There was a part of Helen that wanted to sit right up next to him the way she sat with Patroclus. The way she used to sit with Menelaus so many years ago. But she felt at this point in time that would have been inappropriate, so she refrained and stayed in her seat. "I look like hell," she said, though she didn't sound sorry for herself. It was more matter of fact. She also felt pretty bad, but he already knew that. She nodded, clasping her hands together on top of the table. They were still bruised and battered from hitting Paris' face, and it would still be at least a week before they looked new again. "I know that. I'm sorry about that day, when I ran away from you. If I had been in my right mind I probably would have let you carry me to the hospital. I can't even express how very sorry I am about that. I must have looked like a lunatic."