Thalia cried for a long time, and Gaia just held her through it, arms around the girl as the wet spot on her shoulder grew. She cooed and rubbed Thalia's back and murmured ancient Greek nonsense into her hair, waiting until something coherent could be heard from the vicinity of her sternum. The goddess suspected Mania and Lyssa, the daimonas with a strange Muse fixation who would easily have taken advantage of that horrendous darkness. But it seemed just as likely that it had been nobody at all, and her granddaughter was imagining those very same creatures in her terror.
"Shh, honey," she soothed, not wanting Thalia to upset herself again. "They're gone now, they're gone and won't get you again."
(Not that Gaia had been brave, no- she heard the cries of her children, felt the pain deep inside of shouting tearing screaming crying, pain and horror and betrayal her own husband-)
She pushed it aside and walked with Thalia to the couch so she could let the Muse lean against her. "I won't let them at you. We'll take you somewhere else where they won't find you."