(Sorry.. Short Chap)

Rhea stormed out the throne room, She was breathing heavily out of worry and fury.. Why was her youngest acting this way? Had her husband actually done something? Rhea just couldn't make sense of the situation. "Mother.?" A small voice spoke, All of Rhea's anger quickly dispersed as she turned to where she heard the voice. Looking down, She saw her youngest daughter, Hera. "Mother.. Hestia told me to go off and tell you that Poseidon's forehead is burning hot, And that he may be sick." Hera uttered quietly, Looking up at her mother with her brows furrowed, Hera knew something was up but she couldn't point out what it was.. "Poseidon's sick? Oh dear chaos. Hera, Did your brother have any signs of pain?" Rhea questioned, Wanting to know the scale level of her youngest son's pain. "Hm.. Well, He was sort of whimpering and he was having some slight trouble breathing." Hera muttered, She sounded genuinely worried for her brother.

Rhea immediately tensed up as she heard what her youngest daughter said, Rhea looked at her youngest daughter and spoke, "Hera. Can you grab a cloth and water?" Rhea asked and Hera nodded, Heading off to grab a piece of cloth and water. Rhea watched her youngest daughter and she looked to her front, Rhea walked and headed towards her son's room and saw her eldest daughter next to her youngest son. Walking over to them she saw how her eldest son looked at the youngest with great worry and fear.. They had always been so close.

Something might have happened in her youngest night terrors to make him this tense.. His training with Kronos made him strong.. But.. Even though it made him stronger. He was a child. He didn't need to be stronger, He needed to be protected.(Did you get the referenced quote?)