[Aphrodite had been on edge for days. She knew the night of the hurricane had resulted in some likely long-term consequences, but this was one she hadn't been expecting. One that could possibly change the entire future of the race.

After days of nothing, she finally gets a test. The line is faintly blue--not truly clear if it's positive or not...]

[Phone call to Odin]

[she sounds uncharacteristically nervous]
...Erik? It's Callista. Sorry to bother you, but I had the feeling you'd rather know sooner than later. There's something I need to tell you...

Apollo has told me that he believes something is wrong. If there is, I'd like to help if I can.

She didn't want to do this. She could still see him in her mind's eye, her memory might as well be soaked in his scent, but she had to make a decision. Even for as cold as she could be she recognized that delaying things wouldn't be fair.

Hey, it's me.

Hello, love. Do you have some time to talk?