She reached for his hand, regretting her mention of the young nymph. However, it was a loss she understood. Glauchus had been the first man she loved and she had once believed he would be her only love. A pity that she had not shared herself with someone she genuinely had given her heart to. Instead, it was passing amusement with Hermes and comfort with Daedalus.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to open old wounds."

The damage was done now, but she could at least have a drink with him in solidarity.