"I'm not afraid," she said, and in saying it, discovered for sure that she wasn't. How could she be, when he sounded so sad and so hopeful? She stepped a little closer, looking at his eyes. They were a different shape entirely, a different shade, but there was something deep behind his eyes that she recognised.
She wanted to beg herself, don't be angry but there was nothing angry about him, asking him not to be would be hurtful, and he already seemed vulnerable enough. She wanted to text Dionysus to tell him he had nothing to fear, but it had been only seconds. "It's alright," she said, trying to sooth the unrest in him, and she released her forearm from its anxious grip and reached one hand out toward him. "It's alright, I'm not afraid."