When history was a part of your being, and when she carried her guilt like a shield she could not forget. But her issues where her own. She would be civil. For all his bad sides, she did love Apollo. She simply couldn't not love him.
She was grateful the child hadn't heard the title. 'What's a Mousai', wasn't a question she felt eager to answer. She could already see the line of parents forming in her help. "Still, I'm glad you where able to make time for me."
She slipped into the car and buckled up. Terpsichore hadn't listened to her, which meant going a step beyond. When he climbed into the car she looked to him, not believing in beating around the bush. "She's in a lot of trouble, so let me ask you this. What do you know of demons? Not the daimones of our own culture, but those of Christian history." It would save a lot of explaining if he knew of them, then he would know how deep into the rabbit hole her sister had gone.