For a few minutes, Hera stays quiet. Her eyes settle on the tea, as she imagines it must be cooling, as they sit together, maybe unwilling to part.

It seems strange to turn from the topic, but there's only so much they can do about the dark - about him now. They can't be haunted by this all the time. They won't be able to operate that way.

And maybe that is something they need to think about. How they'll operate.

So when she does speak, after the silence has lingered long enough -

"I think, maybe - we should talk about it, now."