Melpomene clutched a little harder onto Clio's arms - she had all but expected Clio to cast her out, to at least hesitate, to show some sign of her true feelings about her association with Apollo, but there was nothing. Or perhaps just nothing, yet?
She let herself be drawn in toward the sofa - she did need to sit, after all. "Not yet," she said, letting herself down with a long breath. "Though I have been in and out of false labour for weeks. Did Ella torment you this much? Ugh, Clio - sometimes he kicks me so hard I feel my ribs will crack." She had not come to complain about pregnancy, but of all her sisters Clio had been through this - or something like this - the most recently. And Melpomene felt like she'd been suffocating in a blanket of silence since Alan left - she wanted to talk, even if this wasn't exactly what she'd come over to talk about.