Although there were many Faithful who could await on the powerful immortal, they knew the long vigil he walked alone for them, he prefered such moments to be spent only with Calista.  She attended to him, quietly washing and helping him prepare.  He kept quiet... always grateful for his lovely daughter's attention.  Finally as she finished, he stood on the struts which hissed as they bore his conciderable weight.  Reaching up, he caressed his daughter's lovely white hair... which made puppets of most men.  "I need to speak with Hermes... try and figure out what was going on.  Maybe make a few more inquiries.  Do you wish to come with me?"  Either way was fine with him.  If she was with him, he could protect her.  If she remained here, he would make sure his refuge was barred and he could have a few small tasks accomplished.  Either way was fine with him...