# Chapter 88
Dionysus gazed at Eutostea’s tear-stained face. Again. She seemed to be showing him her crying face all day.
“I know you’re surprised. I’ll also understand you behaving sensitively.”
Dionysus stooped down to put his face level with hers. The resentful look in her eyes stung his cheek. Why? Why was she feeling bitter toward him? I mean, then does Dionysus have to wait leisurely for her to perform Apollo's funeral rites here in peace?
“I’ll take you back to Thebes. If you’re going to cry, cry there as much as you want.”
Dionysus helped her to get up, with one hand. As if Dionysus having enveloped her forearm courteously implied himself testing the waters, he finally expended his energy to take her off the ground when he could have done it earlier.
“The trial was over long ago. We can’t undo Apollo having fallen into Tartarus. Plus, a god doesn’t die just because he’s plunged from that much height.”
