She disliked this entire thing. No one knew where her friend was, and each time she saw Patroclus she could tell it weighed on him. It didn't help she felt rather useless.
Deirdre, after all, ran away from her problems. Not solved them. Instead of that, she prayed and hoped her gods were still around.
When she heard the knock she got up and could tell Perseus felt as bad as she did. "I have some tea." He was trying though, and that was plenty. With half a smile she kissed his cheek and let him in.