When Poppy opened the door, James held his breath for the worst. Seeing her on her feet and smiling, he relaxed marginally. But he could see the pain etched into her face and in her eyes. "Poppy," he said, his brow furrowing with concern, "Are you ok?" That was a stupid thing to ask, considering he knew she wasn't alright. But he was so worried about her that it was the first thing that came spilling from his lips.