[She closes her eyes, hanging beside him, feeling the strange nothing of weightlessness. Her tone is thoughtful.]

It’s different, though. I couldn’t… feel, the Hephaestus, couldn’t feel the way it moved in space the way you can feel things, but. It’s so much quieter.

[Hera opens her eyes, smiling again as soon as she sees Eiffel.] Maybe it’s just that I feel quieter.