She received a noncommittal noise from Lit, which was probably the best she was going to get at the moment.
She hurried to check up on all of her patients. Pat helped her, which Via supposed was his way of letting her know that he'd forgiven her for running off and getting captured. He acted like this alone was a huge concession, which grated on Via's nerves. If he'd helped her instead of telling her to stay home and let him handle it, she probably would've been able to put up more of a fight at the very least.
"He's here!" Jo's voice caught Via's attention, and Via turned to watch as Jo hustled over, grabbed Apollo's wrist, and hauled him toward the couch. "We've been waiting! What took you so long? We have to use the chair!"
Apollo frowned. "You didn't have to wait for me."
"Yes, we did," Josephine said. "Every time we tried to put Georgie in the throne, she flailed around and shrieked your name."
Georgie's head lolled toward him. "Apollo! Death, death, death."
Apollo winced. "I really wish she'd stop making that connection."
Emmie and Josephine lifted her gently and set her on the Throne of Mnemosyne. This time, Georgie didn't resist.
Curious Hunters and freed prisoners gathered around, though Via noticed Meg stayed in the back of the room, well away from Georgie.
"The notepad on the counter!" Emmie pointed toward the kitchen. "Someone grab it, please!"
Calypso did the honors. She hurried back with a small yellow legal pad and a pen.
Georgina swayed. Suddenly all her muscles seemed to melt. She would have slumped out of the chair if her parents hadn't held her. Then she sat bolt upright. She gasped. Her eyes flew open, her pupils as wide as quarters. Black smoke belched from her mouth. The rancid smell, like boiling roof tar and rotten eggs, forced everyone back except for the dracaena, who sniffed the air hungrily.
Georgina tilted her head. Smoke curled through the choppy brown tufts of her hair as if she were an automaton, or a blemmyae with a malfunctioning fake head.
"Father." Georgina's mouth contorted into a cruel smile. It wasn't her voice that emitted from her body, but a man's voice, deep and malicious. "So have you finally heard my prayer?"
Everyone in the room looked at Apollo. Even Agamethus, who had no eyes, seemed to fix the former god with a withering glare.
Emmie tried to touch Georgina's shoulder. She recoiled as if the little girl's skin were molten hot. "Apollo, what is this?" she demanded. "This isn't prophecy. This has never happened before—"
"You sent this little sister of mine to do your errands?" Georgina tapped her own chest, her eyes wide and dark, still focused on Apollo. "You're no better than the emperor."
"Little sister?" Pat whispered from beside Via, so quietly that she barely heard it. "But that means..."
"She's our sister," Via finished, just as softly as Pat. 
"Trophonius." Apollo could barely speak. "I—I didn't send Georgina. She isn't my—"
"Tomorrow morning," Trophonius said. "The cave will only be accessible at first light. Your prophecy will unfold—or the emperor's. Either way, there will be no hiding in your little haven. Come in person. Bring the girl, your master. You will both enter my sacred cavern." A horrible laugh escaped Georgina's mouth. "Perhaps both of you will survive. Or will you suffer the same fate as my brother and I? I wonder, Father, to whom will you pray?"
With one final belch of blackness, Georgina toppled sideways. Josephine scooped her up before she could hit the floor. Emmie rushed to help. Together they placed Georgie gently on the couch again, tucking her in with blankets and pillows.