"Not many hanging on baby girl." Not to Titans. They were a dying breed. He let her be, he could feel something else brewing in the air, so he took his leave back to the sea where she called for him.
Helios stumbled at Rhode's lead. His skin pimpling with goosebumps once his clothes were off. "I'm sorry," he could tell he'd worried her. It was in her eyes, her voice and the way she handled him.