"Well, you don't need to be a saint around me," she reminded him firmly. She didn't need any sort of saint role in her life.
She tilted her head with a small frown. "Do you mean... instead of hurting yourself?" The idea of hurting herself was so completely foreign to Euterpe; hers was an ego that always knew it was in the right, that appealed to no higher power than itself, that was almost always patting itself on the back for a job well done. Emotions like guilt and shame were usually so fleeting in her, and usually she would turn them outward anyway. Euterpe knew she wasn't the person who could really give him advice on this subject.
"I don't know," she finally said. "I turn all my feelings into music?"