Melpomene looked up at Alan, at the need to understand in his eyes, and bowed her head to rest her forehead against his chest. "So much just happened," she said on an exhale, feeling the ground shift as she no longer needed to keep her balance on Tragos' pedestal. Alan was different, Alan understood her different, Alan knew - as much as anyone on the outside could know - what Apollo meant to her. "Apollo has returned, Alan," she said, grasping his hands. "He's back, at last."