Leto watched Zeus walk away, eyes trailing after him like a breeze that hadn't made up its mind.
She didn't even realize she was still standing there until a hand tapped her shoulder.
"Girl," Demeter said flatly, munching on a red fruit that looked like a cross between a plum and a pomegranate. "You've been staring for a full minute."
Leto blinked. "I was not."
"You were."
"I was… just thinking."
Demeter raised an eyebrow and took another lazy bite. "Thinking about his arms?"
Leto choked on her breath, cheeks flushing. "What? No!"
Demeter didn't even blink. "His chest then. It's fine. Most do. You're not the first and won't be the last."
Leto puffed her cheeks in quiet protest, then smiled like someone trying to hide a daydream. "He just looked… strong. That's all. Like he could hold up the sky if it cracked."
"That's because he probably could," Demeter said, licking juice off her fingers. "He's Zeus."
Leto hesitated a second longer. "Does that bother you?"
