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"Odysseus? Are you alright?" Penelope asks, coming to sit beside him.
"Yeah," Odysseus lies, unconvincing due to the fact he's staring out the window and shaking.
Penelope watches the storm for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he insists, but a look from her has him changing his answer.
"It was like this when he killed them."
She doesn't have anything to say to that, so she just pulls him close to her, running a hand through his hair. "It's safe, now," she says softly.
"I know. Well, my mind does. My heart doesn't."
"I'll keep reminding you until you do."