Artemis didn't know what to say. She knew she should be trying, it's what Apollo would do, but he wasn't the one who had survived. He wouldn't have let Hestia drift so far away that it felt like they were on opposite sides of the world, despite standing right next to each other.

"I'm trying." she protested weakly. Was she trying? She wasn't trying very hard in this conversation, she was only half listening to what her little sister was saying.