"Don't shout at me," Melpomene said from the doorway. "Are you always this impatient to get rid of your mistakes?"
Tragos turned toward her, his face softened into something more respectful. He was ready, though, to step up and beat some respect into this fucker, and he tilted his head toward Will, asking her, do you want me to do something about it?
Melpomene shook her head, almost imperceptivity, and stepped forward to take her coat from Tragos with one hand, wrap her hand around the muscles in his arm with the other. He was always warm, this boy, he radiated heat, and the way he looked down at her was a look worth treasuring. Whatever else she'd done, whatever else she ruined... Tragos could stand at her side while the whole world was burning.