Persephone shivered a bit at her husband's promise of great punishment to the mortal. She hoped she would not be able to hear his screams.
She turned and bowed her head to Zeus out of respect. "Thank you for your hospitality my lord. Please, be attentive to mother. Perhaps ask Hera or Aphrodite to visit with her?" Persephone suggested and nodded to Apollo. "Nephew," she said, trying to convey that he needed to be more respectful towards his uncle, or else things would not go well.
Finally she turned her attention back to Hades. "Shall we return home?"
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Once they entered the underworld Persephone shivered again from the cold of the area they were in. Shadows quickly wrapped around her and formed into a silk shawl. "Thank you my husband," she said, grateful for his thoughtfulness. She placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him walking and came around to place her hands on his chest and look up at him. "Please," she asked. "May I be in my room while you are punishing him? I do not wish to hear his screams of agony."
Her husband knew that she had a gentle heart. She did not relish in the pain of others, no matter what they had done. She often requested to not be present when he punished and tormented the souls that did not make it into the Elysium fields.

Even though she slept with her husband in his bed, she had her own room that was her sanctuary. It had flowers made of stone, ones that she could not kill. It had been an attempt by her husband to give her something of what she had lost. She was appreciative of the thoughtful gift, but she still found herself wishing she could once again touch real flowers.