As Qebhet's pulse beat beneath her fingers, Melpomene searched the goddess's dark eyes as though Qebhet held all the knowledge of the truth of Tragos' actions. As though the deeper she looked, the more she would understand.
An act of love? To believe this would be to betray her own heart, and how the loss of Telos shattered her, how she was still shattered from his loss. Yet Melpomene did not doubt Tragos when he'd told her he'd do anything for his little brother, and she remembered the care Tragos had taken when he'd lifted Telos with his own bruised hands. Tragos must have known the risk he put Kaden in, why do that, if the risk wasn't balanced by something he honestly believed was worthwhile?
Telos whimpered, and Melpomene squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh, how love devastates us," she breathed, and released Qebhet's wrist so that she could wrap both arms around Telos, standing to soothe him with movement before he could cry her world down.