It was the closest to Styx that she could remember being in a very long time, let alone the touch and care that she was being given. She craved this, had missed it so much. Nike looked up to Styx's face, the tears slowing, and reached up to st her hands over her mother's as they were on her face. "I'm sorry. I can't do anything about it but I am sorry it hurts you." Nike knew that more than her other siblings she resembled their father so much.
Nike couldn't imagine the hurt Styx must have felt at losing him. Yes the four had lost their father but she lost her partner and husband. It had to be far different. And to have Nike looking so much like him, no wonder it was hard to come back. "I'm sorry you fought about supporting Zeus, about us here, all of it."
It was a moment thinking before Nike spoke again, realisation of some thing becoming clear, more than they had before. But could it be made better after so much time? "It's bad enough without him," Nike said softly. "Not having you too would be unthinkable."