It was always strange and not strange to meet other selves, and she was curious to know the differences between Euterpe here and her own songbird at home. She knew there had to be differences between her, and the Clio who oversaw things in England. She had some ideas and theories, but nothing she could confirm unless she spoke to one of the Muses in a different place.
Smiling she took Patrick's hand. The quiet and the steady thrum of the history of this place had done her a lot of good. Patrick had done the rest. "It looks fine," She set her free hand on his cheek. "Take a breath."