It had been long years since Melpomene last laid eyes on Thalia, and she did not get up but she did straighten, looking across the apartment toward her two sisters, hugging in the doorway. The exhaustion, perhaps, was getting to her, for she felt quite apart from this warmth, this joy of reunion. Her son shifted, not as violently as earlier, as if the fight had sated his spirit for the time being, but she still shifted her hand to press gently against him, in response to his movements. She felt quiet apart from everything, except for him.