Melpomene tensed her hand around her phone for a moment, before she lay it down, screen against the sheets to hide the light. Just the light. She turned her head toward him, looking at the faint outline of his face from the glow of the city not entirely held out by the curtains. He was beautiful, even barely seen. "Kratos," she said, reaching behind her for his hand, her voice only a little more awake that his. "He's strength, personified. He looks after us."