Hecate waved her hands at the onlookers, not as a magic spell but simply a firm request that they stop staring. Some did. Melpomene definitely didn't.
She wasn't surprised, but neither was she pleased. It was disquieting, seeing her Musagetes and the father of her child both silenced at once. She told herself that this is what happens to pride, but it didn't make it any more satisfying to watch. It took her a moment to recognise the root of it: there was no catharsis in this, that was the problem. Hecate had ended the fight too soon.
Hecate refused to give Ares back his voice because he demanded it, but keeping it from him for too long would, she suspected, have the same bomb-like effects on her guests as he took out his frustration on someone else. "Outside the ballroom doors is a corridor. Turn left, and at the end of it you'll find a bathroom. Your voice will return when you see yourself in the mirror. Apollo: same instructions, but turn right. Neither of you break anything."