Klymene was studying his face, looking for trauma that ran into the physical. There was nothing she could do about his mental state of mind, but if he was injured she could find a way to help with that. "I climbed in through your window," she told him, reaching out to brush the back of her fingers against his brow, to comfort and to check for a fever. "You didn't answer your door and I worried."
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Date: 2012-10-17 05:14 am (UTC)