Thalia looked between her two sisters, Calliope with her calm certainty that reasoned talk would resolve everything, Melpomene with her spiky conviction that nothing would be resolved without blood. For her part, Thalia felt only uncertainty. Lucifer tormenting Clio again, Aphrodite attacking Melpomene... she'd been back in town all of six hours, and already nothing was like she'd expected. "We'll work it out," she repeated. The words sounded thin and inadequate. "She's not taking your baby, she's not."