Oh she should have known. Eir winced as Asklepios sneezed, almost instinctively reaching out for a floral handkerchief of hers - laced with eucalyptus oil scent to aid the breathing and holding out to him but changing her mind when he took out his own handkerchief. After he entered, she shoved against the heavy wooden door and shut it behind them with a solid clunk.
"Sorry.. Iwasn't.." She flubbered a little as she led Asklepios in, "expectinganyone..." snapping her fingers in direction of her living area where in an instant removed the dust from the surfaces and the coverings - to reveal a cozy set up of many big fluffy, mismatched couches and cushions - yellow against green hues. "Do.. do.." Eir nervously touched her forehead, "do make yourself comfortable." before noticing her guest's discomforting stares.
Did she age again? Did she forget? Oh wait - what did she forget? Eir unconsciously wringed her hands together as she looked at the greek healer, trying to fathom what he was saying. "Are you...." She echoed, trying to follow his line of question, "is that?" before touching her small of her collarbone and reached down to tug at her skirts as he continued to stare. Oh.. was he suppose to stare as such? What was wrong with him? First he smiled and now he stares? Did something happen to him in between the outside air and the air inside - did his sneezes knock something out of balance.
Eir approached him, mildly reaching up to feel his temperature but danced backwards when Asklepios spoke again. She quickly reached up, feeling the lace edges of her v neck blouse, and a bit of her hair. Before looking up at him. "uhm... uhmm.." she started getting a little flustered - was she allowed to reveal the secret of how they were dependent on Idunn's apples?
"we.. we..age." She started before ducking her head and offering something different, "wouldyoulikeadrink?" as she pull out two tankards of mead from thin air and put them on the coffee table nearby.