"and you look like you could.."

Hephaestus was probably one of the only gods who cared about his kids. He sometimes checks on them..

Like today, he was checking in on his kids. Most of them were getting ready to call it a day, and heading off to go rest.

Walking around in the forge when..he heard a song playing from the back.

..hm,

Making his way over, and checking in the room. He saw a young child there,

Face and apron covered in dark murk, and their gloves dirty with grease as they put together their little gadgets

"Young one, aren't you to be heading to rest soon?"

He asks, as he leans on his cane. Oh how he adored the look of a crafter absorbed in their craft.

You looked over your shoulder and wore a toothy grin. Awh his heart.

The quiet song... "No. 1 party anthem" artic monkeys, made a pleasant background sound.

"What's your name, young one."

He liked you, how you didn't seem to really recognize him was both a bit painful and endearing to him..