She reaches over, placing her hand on Melpomene's arm. She hates thinking she upset her, but she would've hated not saying anything when she had the chance to warn her, too.
"It's pro'ly cold comfort t'say I know what that feels like. Bein' locked out, an' hopin' beyond hope that someday — well. It ain't about me."
She lightly squeezes her arm.
"I dunno where he is, but I'd happily hunt 'im down for you."
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"Oh, sweetheart. I'm so sorry."
She reaches over, placing her hand on Melpomene's arm. She hates thinking she upset her, but she would've hated not saying anything when she had the chance to warn her, too.
"It's pro'ly cold comfort t'say I know what that feels like. Bein' locked out, an' hopin' beyond hope that someday — well. It ain't about me."
She lightly squeezes her arm.
"I dunno where he is, but I'd happily hunt 'im down for you."
Take that as you will.