Calista took the dagger in her hand. She couldn't look up at Ares right now. She was seconds away from breaking down as it was and his kindness was almost too much. Althoughthere was an irrational part of her that was angry at Ares she wasn't sure where it was coming from but it allowed her to squeez the dagger tightly in her hand. Managing to find a bit of courage she looked up at him with her tear rimmed eyes. Both of them glistening with all the emotions that were coursing through her. She gave him a quick nod too scared to trust her voice.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to Hermes as he stepped closer before making the air contort around them. She hated traveling this way but it would be easier on all of them. Bracing herself for the movement. Once the air stopped sizzling she took a deep breath.and realized she was home for the first time in months. She drew in a shaky breath as she turned and looked at her father's prone body. " thank you Hermes you are free to go"she said as she walked over and checked over Hep after traveling. There was no change it was still as though he was sleeping.<br/><br/>She wanted Hermes to leave so she could have her moment alone. She would care for Hep until she managed to help find him away out of this state. She brushed her unruly hair out of his face and looked down at him. She took the dagger and started to move the blade toward his private quarters. She would leave the blade underneath him but atleast he could be more comfortable. She held his hand as she walked beside him. She would return to the loving daughter she once was and bring her father back.<br/><br/>She didn't even bother to look and see if Hermes was still there. She started to undress Hep. Putting a large blanket over his nude form once she was done and removed his prostetic so he would be more comfortable, its not like he was walking anywhere. Going into the bathroom she got a basin and filled it with steamy wat and different oils to help arouse his sleeping form. Grabbing a rag she took took her time and gently started to wash him. Her hands running over his entire body. She would place gentle kisses on his cheek when she was near. There was still some nagging doubt in her mind that she had caused this. She knew she needed to be a better daughter and she was going to start now and be very attentive to all his needs.<br/><br/>Once he was washed she took her time drying him with a fluffy towel. She whispered sweet words of encouragement as she dried him. Her hands running over every bump and scar on his body.<br/><br/>