Apollo shook his head at her words, unable to believe she'd ever worry that he'd let any of them die. Not now, not when he was in the same city, when he could watch over them. He'd been nearly three thousand miles away when Clio had died, those years ago, and that car was something he hadn't seen coming because he hadn't been looking and well... he was looking now, as hard as he could, which was still painfully weak compared to the prophecies he'd been able to manage, back in the distant past.
Death wasn't getting its grubby hands on any of his Muses, that's all he was saying. That Lucifer and Ares had touched them was bad enough. Ugh.
He made a mental note to check in with Erato, make sure she wasn't sleeping her way into trouble. At least he didn't have to worry about that with Urania and Calliope. He thought a little wistfully about Polyhymnia, too - the last he'd heard from her was a postcard from the town near the nunnery she'd joined.
They finished dinner over lighter talk - Theo, some of the things his boys were getting up to - and Apollo emptied the last of the bottle into their glasses. "Shall we take this party to the couch?" he suggested, already gathering both glasses as he stood up.