"I've got you," he promised, abandoning the axe entirely to gather her up in his arms. He could feel the pain in her and it killed him he couldn't fix it straight away, but the time it would take would be just long enough for the smoke to finish them off.
Should they take him? He was surprised by the question and for one hot second thought she was trying to save his life, as Melpomene had tried to do with the mortal who'd fucked her life over. Please don't let her be the same kind of fucked up -
Martin had the faintest of heartbeats, a body not yet dead. "Depends," Apollo growled, securing her in his arms - and wincing sympathetically when he needed to move her leg to get his arm firmly underneath it. "Do you want him to die unconscious in a fire, or do you want him to die regretting he ever laid a hand on you?"