Thalia glanced from Melpomene to the unfamiliar immortal – the panicked pleading when he pulled away, the kiss on her forehead – and came to the same conclusion a few beats behind Calliope. Alan, okay, that had to be Alan. He'd kept his promise after all. She gave him a brief, grateful nod before he turned away and her focus was drawn back to Melpomene. "It's okay, sweetie, he's just outside. We're all here for you, we'll look after you."