Roxanna had been in the shower when Patroclus had arrived, so when she heard his voice downstairs, she threw on some clothes as fast as she could, wrapping her soaking hair in a towel. The sight of him bloody brought her up short, and her mouth fell open in fear. "God, please tell me that's not your blood," she gasped, almost tripping over the last few steps in her haste to get to him.