Melpomene didn't have it in her to think about Marcie's fate, grim as it was going to be, as she suddenly had to work out how to rearrange Telos so she had a few fingers free to grip onto the baby seat. She didn't want him to go, but...
Ares had work to do, though. She understood that. He'd already done so much for her. She took the baby seat from him and the weight of it strained at her arm, making her hold Telos closer, forcing her to feel just how exhausted she was. "Goodbye, Ares," she said, wanting to sink to her knees in gratitude again, wanting him to promise his protection over and over again, as if each time he said it it would make it more true, make the world more safe. She was going to go back inside and lock the door, shut herself in Telos' room and hope that extra door and her exhaustion could keep the memories out (knowing for sure that it wouldn't, not one bit.)
She'd spent a long time in the back of his ruined car today, she'd felt safe inside it, speeding interstate with the god of war at the helm. To see it dented and scratched, with the small but significant hole penetrating through the windscreen - it was another reminder that there was no real safety anywhere.