The older an immortal became, the more intense their emotions got.  Of course so did thier personal power over whatever spheres of influence interested the passions of the immortal.  For Hephaestus, these were Metalworks, Strength, and Fire.  When emotions where frayed, an immortals spheres of influence resonate with the emotions and power sometimes causing tragic natural disasters... it was always important to control ones self to guard against such problems.<br/><br/>Hephaestus' anger was quenched once his loyal daughter touched his chest.  She had always meant only the best for him.  He knew that.  Listening to her, he was caught up in her.  The argument he had just had with Hades clamoring somewhere unbidden in the back of his head.  She kissed him before turning... his careful sight noticing the small amount of buttock as she left to get him some wine.  Suddenly very weary, he set his huge hammer down which rang upon contact with the solid floor.  It stood like a soldier on its massive head as he carefully turned and lowered himself down upon the cushioned bench.  Rubbing his temple, he awaited.  Watching her return with spirits for him to drink.<br/><br/>Much seemed to weigh the powerful man down.