"I- I want to see your face again," Erato whispered, desperate yet ashamed that Apollo should see her in such a state. Walking again could wait. Repairing her ruined feet was for another day. Being free of this dreadful darkness was something her soul cried out for. But she knew she must look terrible, all dirty and smelly and sallow for want of sunshine. "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly-"