"Hey..." Minerva said, starting off bright and then her eyes saw Atlas limping and she looked at him with concern.
"What happened, why are you limping?" she asked him, putting the firewhiskey down on the table and sitting on the couch next to him. She hadn't meant to sit down so hard, for she saw her movement jarred his leg.
"Atlas what's wrong; is it your leg?" Minerva reached out to touch the leg he seemed to be favouring, but her hand just hovered not wanting to cause him more pain. "Did you get hurt?"