Persephone / Dionysus
This whole situation had her feeling some kind of way. She hadn't talked to anyone about how she felt, except her husband, and even with him, she'd been incredibly short. This was the second time, not the first, a child of hers was threatened by titans. This time they were not at their full strength. If Melinoe got shredded to pieces, there was no Athena to save her heart. It was all that she could do, to keep herself from lashing out, but she managed to retreat into a cool, untouchable demeanor.
That was until she'd gotten to the warehouse and laid eyes on the body of Chander Tennyson, the current, beautiful incarnation of her first born. She'd let him go hoping that he'd be safer on Olympus, but look at them now. It didn't matter. She'd been so stupid to think it would be fine to let him believe that Zeus was his father when he had been theirs.
She'd asked him to meet her a little bit later away from the others. She just felt the overwhelming need to talk to him, to check over him, to make sure everything was alright. How was his marriage? His business? His family? There were so many foolish things she'd done in the name of being a queen rather than being a proper mother and she saw that now.
She stood their ringing her hands. He had to know. He had to know who she was to him now. In the age of information, how did one avoid seeing the stories. Maybe he thought they were just mistellings of mortals. There were a lot of different ways things went down, but this was something she would make clear to him. He had been hers and she had never stopped loving him.