Melpomene didn't spear anyone, no - Thalia's question began to unravel her, and Calliope's comment about a birthing partner undid her completely; her eldest sister's brevity didn't stand a chance.
She shook her head frantically. "I did," the words came out of her mouth in a sob, and she pressed a hand against her lips, her eyes squeezed shut. "I had Alan - I had my Alan-a-dale - he was going to -" She shuddered with emotion, curling in on herself - though she could not curl very far at all - and her hand gripped down on Calliope's hand, hard. She stilled missed him as fresh and as raw as if he'd just walked out, there was no healing to be had here, no reconciliation, no hope - And Calliope spoke of choosing a birthing partner? As if there was anyone in the world who could replace him!