It's unclear what the look to the others was about and Persephone does not ask. Not in front of them at least. For all she feels like she did nothing, feels like this ended with things no better than they started, she doesn't want to give them the satisfaction of appearing uncertain about any of it.

Her small smile, Thanatos speaks, is fond. She squeezes his hand, gentle, and starts walking. Or floating really, in her case, since hand in hand requires some lifting off the ground on her part.

"Really? I'm sorry I missed it." Her eyes are still blood red and her wings are as obvious as big sets of branches can be, but the petals are falling from her hair.