Electra's POV
I was already feeling like death wared over, so Penelope's blunt assessment of my appearance wasn't exactly helpful.
"Electra, you look like shit," she stated matter-of-factly, shaking her head as we descended the stairs.
I sighed, barely mustering the energy to throw her an unimpressed look. "Thanks, Penelope. Just what I needed to hear."
"No, seriously," she continued, eyeing me with concern. "Did you even sleep last night? You look like you're about to collapse any second now."
Before I could snap back at her, Roxana chimed in, backing Penelope up. "She's right, Electra. You look really bad. Like, worse than usual when you don't sleep. What's going on?"
I exhaled through my nose, knowing that lying to them would be pointless. "I don't know," I admitted. "I just don't feel great, but I'll be fine soon."