She looked to him, "what that they drift or focus more on themselves? Or the love shifts?" They were all good questions. She'd lived long enough to find answers for them. "Or that they like me because of what I am?"
She paused near the ruins to think. "Yeah. To all of it. I'm not human. Not technically. More human then most gods, because people needed us to be. But I'm a Muse. There was a time, mortals couldn't see me. Still happens around strong places. Like this. It's why I don't bring Ella yet. I can't explain why I do that yet. That and she may get frightened if I get neutral."
She toyed with the edges of her jacket as she thought. "Will knew we were Muses. We told him. He loved us, but more what we could give. Most mortals, those that know, react that way. Whether they know, at some point, we don't really belong or look to their own needs first eventually they drift. But we love them all the same. In the end I suppose it's why I'm so afraid of loss. I've seen empires rise, and then go to ashes. Nothing is forever." She gave a self mocking smile, "not even gods. But you, this. I want it to be forever. And I deal with my fears in a perfectly Greek way. I make mountains of them."