Bring macarons, Urania had said, and Thalia had taken the mission to heart. One might argue she'd gone a little bit overboard. It was... doubtful at best that Melpomene was going to make it through a box of three dozen macarons – getting her to eat one would be an accomplishment – but Thalia had wanted her to at least have options, so she'd bought three of each flavour on offer at the bakery.
Bring macarons, don't let her out of your sight, and, if you could think of anything to make her stop wishing for death, all solutions are currently being accepted.
Right now, Thalia was coming up empty on the fix everything front, so she just double-triple-quadrupled down on the macaron front and prayed for Apollo to find Telos safe and well and soon.
She'd arrived in an anxious flurry, juggling keys and bakery boxes and a couple of disposable cups of steaming hot chocolate – because maybe if Melpomene still wouldn't eat anything, she might want to drink? – but at the threshold of the living room she hesitated.
Melpomene was a motionless ball on the couch, hunched in on herself as though she was withering from the inside. The sight of her brought to mind the message she'd posted, more words than she'd said to any one of her sisters in a week. I can't do this anymore. I know you want things to end differently, but they cannot. The memory stirred a flutter of panic in Thalia's heart and she sucked in a couple of deep breaths to calm it.
Macarons, check. Sister in sight, check. Now, if she could only crack the make-everything-better part...
She crossed the room and set the box of macarons on the table, the hot chocolate beside it, then sank onto the couch next to Melpomene, touching a hand to her shoulder. "Hey sweetie. Got you a hot chocolate. It's the good stuff, with chilli."