"That sounds great!" Terpsichore perked up at that immediately, the mention of Clio forgotten. "I mean, it's not actually all of us, but we're getting close."
Apollo's words about Eros gave her pause; she only just remembered that the god hadn't just been paired with some random stranger, like the majority of the affected immortals. No, the Erotes' magic drew him to Daphne, as if toying cruelly with the Apollo's heart once wasn't enough. The nymph didn't know what she was missing, Terpsichore thought idly. Or maybe she did- that would be damned ironic. She moved just a bit closer and took his hand again, squeezing gently.
"None of us could have, I think. To him, we're all just toys to play with."