Antigone curled both her shoulders in tight around her ears (her sore elbow yanked, her wrist yanked, her hand throbbed) and tried to raise her good hand like no - please - don't touch me. She couldn't be touched while trying to re-calibrate so much in her head. The comfort of it threatened to smother her.
"Gods, I-" she began, but she felt too vulnerable sitting, and used her good hand to push her away from the table and stand. She didn't feel any better, standing. And both of them were looking at her like she was crazy.
"No?" she answered Bia. Her second question, at least. The first... the first was taking a bit longer to work out. "I think I got things wrong," she said faintly, well aware that it answered nothing for them, but her mind was refusing to accept that Ares hadn't been lying.
Or rather, refusing to accept what Ares hadn't been lying about.