It wasn't the first time Clio wanted to strangle someone, and it wouldn't be the last. She'd inherited her father's stormy temper and her desire to erase whoever had done this from history was strong. But she didn't work like that, history didn't work like that, so she had to be satisfied with knowing she could just be there for her sister. The boys and Ella were safe with Patrick. Combined with what had happened to Nicholas she'd all but raged at knowing she was so impotent. If she had more power, she'd destroy those who harmed those she loved.
Ever the Storm Bringer daughter, she was. But she folded all that up by the time she reached Terpsichore's room. Only the pain at knowing her sister suffered showed. She knocked and entered. "Oh my little dancer," she gave and came nearer to set a kiss on Terpsichore's head. "I'd rip them to shreds for you if I could. I brought cupcakes instead." The box in her hands was set on the bedside table.
She wasn't even surprised that Thalia was here, and only blinked at Apollo's presence. Well. She smiled at Thalia, "You alright?" Then she looked to Apollo and her gaze was different. She'd never forgive him, but he was still her brother and Musagetes. She owed him respect and courtesy, and loved him still to want him to see her children and love them. But he'd never get as close as he did to the son she felt he'd taken from her. Him and that wind had cost her everything. Still, she smiled. "Apollo. I didn't know you were here. You need to come for dinner. You haven't met Ella or my boys. Or Patrick for that matter."