“No, no not really.” Marcie looked down at her wrists where Apollo had grabbed hold of her. There was a little light bruising, but aside from that, nothing. “It was more… you know. Emotional.” She half-turned towards the bedroom and waved a hand towards the door. “He’s in there. I didn’t know what to do so I didn’t touch him. Tragos said not to try to move him, and to close the curtains.” She looked back at Much, biting her lip anxiously. “Uh. Do you want to see?”