Calliope returned with the blanket and opened the door on the other side of the car to crawl across and drape it across Apollo's shoulders. Her mind was moving ahead to decide what to do. If Thalia could provide the moral support, Calliope would organise the logistics. "Where's your key?" she asked Apollo, leaning in and giving him a half-hug to his shoulder. Seeing him in despair did hurt her. She cared about him too much to not. "We are going to get in my car, when you're ready. Drink some water first, my love, take your time."