"Trauma, darling," Erato said softly, just as Will came back with two cold glasses, which he had dressed up a little with a couple of mint leaves from the pot in the kitchen, and some ice cubes. He set them down, and Erato nodded her thanks. Speaking for herself, she'd rather steer clear of alcohol tonight anyway.
Will leaned against the side of the armchair, picking up his own beer but not drinking yet. "We all know what that feels like," he said sympathetically, folding an arm across his chest. Erato didn't want to baby Asterion in front of everyone, so she picked up her glass and took a sip.