Melpomene was a dead weight, collapsing against Thalia's side as though the very effort of sitting had been exhausted her reserves. As though she didn't have the energy, or see the point, in holding herself upright. That, as much as the stifled plea, rattled Thalia into silence and crumbled her flimsy smile into rubble.
"Sorry," she squeaked. "You don't have to drink anything. Well, you do have to drink, but—" shitty shit shit she was doing it again shut up Thalia, fuck. "Sorry. You want to just sit? We can sit." She wrapped her arm around Melpomene in a half-hug.