Clio really wasn't expecting her to offer up anything. Rosario had thought at least she'd want to know why her niece was coming to her with questions and not Apollo. Or what Rosario had meant in her email about things being complicated with him. Patrick seemed to think Clio knew complicated – that'd been the word he'd used to describe her relationship with Apollo, as well – but even so... wouldn't you still want a little context?
Or maybe Patrick had been right about her understanding. She kinda seemed like she might, when she slipped in that offer to keep Apollo out of it. It was only about twelve hours earlier that Rosario had been jerked out of finals revision with the news that goddesses were now stopping Lyra on the street because they recognised her from the photos Apollo was passing around. (Alright, it was only the one goddess, but one was weird enough. Rosario'd had to set her Insta to private; Lyra'd had to excise all evidence of their friendship from hers. The sight of her best friend's timeline, eerily empty of her own face, had left a cold, squirming feeling in her stomach.)
So yeah, that kind of assurance had weight, enough to settle Rosario's shoulders a good half-inch. "That, that's cool of you to offer. I, yeah, I'd appreciate that. It's not that... it's, he's just..." She made a grasping gesture with her free hand, trying hard to be diplomatic about it. "...a lot," she concluded, having discarded the first half-dozen adjectives that came to mind. "And he doesn't get boundaries or, like... regular people."