Thalia wouldn't have admitted as much, but standing outside the door of her sister-muse's apartment she felt a nervous buzzing at the pit of her stomach, a jittery sensation that fell somewhere between excitement and real anxiety. She shouldn't have had anything to be anxious about -- not here, at least, not with Clio. After all, this was what she'd wanted, wasn't it? She'd longed for the comfort of family, for the loving embrace of her siblings and now she had both; her youngest son at her side, and her older sister on the other side of the door.
Her sister, an unpleasant voice reminded her, who she had not seen since Madness had claimed her in the chthonic dark of Erebos -- while simultaneously, across town, Deceit had seized Clio and dragged her away to a place of unimaginable pain and terror.
Was that what worried at her? After the torture History had been forced to endure, did a part of her fear that she might be somehow... changed? No longer the sister Thalia had known?
Or did she fear what Clio would see when she opened the door? That she, Thalia, was the changed one?
Noticing her fidgeting, Kouros reached a hand out to hers, squeezing it tightly. "You want me to knock?"
Thalia swallowed, then forced herself to smile. "It's okay, I got it." And, with a confidence she didn't entirely feel, she rapped on the door.