Melpomene didn't think she could stomach a hot, comforting drink, as if this was a visit simply for a social afternoon tea. She was thirsty though - always thirsty, as she was breastfeeding. Telos' appetite only grew as he did. "Just water, I think?" She sank down into the couch, feeling wrong for the comfort of it, shifting awkwardly but it didn't settle her. "Athena told me you were the one who looked after him," she said, looking over at Qebhet, her words as much of a mess as her heart. "I couldn't - I wish I'd been able to now - He-"