Hot tears threatened to roll down your cheeks, distorting your vision as you struggled to watch Hera attend to your scrapped knees. Her hands moved carefully, gentle as to not cause you any more harm than you had already experienced. Your hands were scrapped, with her having already placed a few bandages on the heels of your palms.

"I know it hurts, just give me a second alright?" Hera muttered softly as she removed the bloodstain that had seeped from your knees. "I just need to cover it up, okay?"

Hera had always been so motherly towards you. Possibly because you were the youngest in the group, her instincts suddenly overtaking her the second she found you injured. And here she was, patching up your wounds with such care as you struggled to not cry.