Pitch walked silently at her side, but inside his chest his divine heart was beating hard. Meeting them all and discussing some plan had been what he wanted, but now he was anxious. Not all the Greeks were as open minded as the muses, but he would have to wait and see.
For now, he moved with her, to the side and sat close to her at her feet. Sensing her discomfort, he nuzzled his face against the side of her leg. Hopefully his warm, soft Doberman fur would be some sort of comfort.