Melpomene's expression lost none of its darkness, but Calliope's smile was a welcome reassurance. Thalia finally captured her spoonful of tart and popped it into her mouth, letting the mousse melt on her tongue.
"You don't know that it won't be okay." It seemed like a perfectly reasonable point in her head; out loud, the words sounded naive and just a little sullen, and she stumbled over herself, adding, "I, what I mean, it's not hopeless. Calliope's right, it doesn't have to come to a fight, we can work it out..."