She'd guessed as much, but somehow she'd hoped... he was Zeus, for fuck's sake! He'd been king of the gods, master of the world, but apparently he was no longer in command of himself.
"I don't have a 'fix' for you. How bad off are you?" she asked, eying him critically. Should she take him to the hospital? Or the clinic? Or was he still god enough to keep himself in hand? Her eyes were curious as she watched him start to shake. She could get a script for him to take the edge off the symptoms, but she couldn't stay here and he was going to need more time.
And damn it all to Hades, why the fuck did she care?