Melpomene nodded, regarding the bag uneasily, as though the items themselves were tainted. Maybe that too was irrational, but the things Tragos and Kaden had bought sat there in their innocuous looking bag and it was like she could hear them whispering to her, reminding her that for so many excruciating days, Telos' life had been entirely in their hands. "I don't want any of it," she said, and set her jaw and firmly carried the whole portacot over to sit it beside the bed. She'd realised there was no way she was going to be able to sleep if he was further than an arm's reach away.
"He won't disturb you," she reassured Ares, before he could make a face. "I'll be awake the moment he makes a sound."
Honestly, she didn't know how she was going to get any sleep tonight anyway, even with the great threatening shape of Sparta across the door, even sheltered by the dangerous presence of Ares, there was a fear that had planted itself deep and wouldn't be budged.