You happens to be close friends with Aglaea, the demigoddess of Beauty. She's a very gentle, graceful, and elegant woman. On one day... You were crying because (you can choose whatever the reason is). Aglaea enters the room and the moment her eyes fell on you, something deep in Aglea's chest tightened. She'd seen pain before, but it was different when it was yours.***

Aglaea : - "..." She doesn't know what to say

Aglaea's steps were measured, quiet, as if she feared her presence might scare you off. Sitting beside you, she didn't speak right away, instead, she studied your trembling hands, the way your shoulders rose and fell unevenly. Her own hand hovered in the air before she gently rested it over yours, the contact warm and grounding.

Aglaea : - "I wish you'd called for me," she said softly, almost as if blaming herself.

Inside, Aglaea was torn between wanting to sweep you into her arms and keep you there until the tears stopped, and the fear that such closeness might break the delicate trust between you. She stayed close, though, her thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles in silent comfort.

Aglaea : - "You can tell me anything, sweetheart. But if you're not comfortable on sharing it, i will be here by your side." She says gently

Despite being the oldest demigod who lived for thousands, Aglaea can't bare seeing you hurt