Bia shot Asterion a slightly alarmed look over Antigone's head. This entire conversation had lurched in an unexpected direction and she wasn't sure how to deal with it, or even properly what they were talking about anymore.
She crouched back down by the chair, resting a hand on Antigone's arm. "What's going on, Tigs? What... Did something happen to Erato??" She made a wild stab in the dark.