She does as she's told without argument or sarcasm, a kind of weird numbness starting to take hold. Athena sits and tugs up the pant leg over the ankle in question. There's a rough bandage on it--very rough--soaked through in a couple of places with fluids. She grimaces a little when she looks at it.

"It wasn't that bad so I kind of... lied and said I would take care of it. Other people needed help more."

She still has that same tiny voice, the one that says she's three steps from breakdown. Or another breakdown, really. "I mean I sort of took care of it?"