Hephaestus seemed to brighten up as his daughter touched him.  Glancing back at her, he tried to smile.  His brutal face and ugly teeth making such seem more like a grimace, but he tried to relax his daughter.  "I think I do.  But I dont want to say anything yet," he said quietly to her.  It was obvious that more was comming to him... the vague rabbit trails of memories still openning up for him.  It was obvious, though, that something was troubling him.<br/><br/>Glancing back over at Hermes, he tried to relax him as well.  "I appreciate all you have done for me.  I understand what you have said... involving Calista was probably a good move.  I am just... fearful of what happened to me... happening to you," he then glanced back deliberately at Calista gain, "or her."  Something did not seem right.  Danger and betrayal seemed to loom over all of them.<br/><br/>Hermes only smiled graciously.  His eye turning toward Calista as he bowed graciously with his willowly form.  Seeming to smile slightly at her.  "I live to serve.  Of course."<br/><br/>Turning back toward Calista, Hephaestus continued gruffly.  "Lets get back.  I need to think."  Banging his oversized hammer against the ground the fire immortal called upon a whirlwind of fire to carry them back home to Atlanta.  Afterwards Hephaestus quickly busied himself at his anvil which drained the very essence of the lava which pooled under his living area.  It was during such crafting that the immortal seemed to do his best thinking and work things out for himself the best.