Vamua's smile is thin, but not entirely faked.

"Consider it done. Though it is unlikely to come directly from my hand. Wiser heads, as they say."

She turns her attention from Hera to the children, leaning forward once more.

"Are you ready to come back with me, young ones?"

Wrema looks up at Hera, with Sucasa mimicking the gesture a moment later.

Are they, Hera? Themselves, maybe they're not so sure. (Mostly because they didn't worry about Hera being safe until she asked the question, and now . . . )