The stranger continued to hold the sword at the boy's forehead.

He stood up, felt the splitting pain at his forehead again.

One stood over me, muzzle at my forehead, and I suddenly realized she was female.

He rubbed at his forehead, where a headache was starting.

She rose, peered at my forehead and sat down again.

He dabbed at his forehead with the back of a hand.

I felt a headache coming on and rubbed at my forehead.

Sometimes when I'm talking to him, I think he's looking right at my forehead to see what's in there.

"You do not like me," she said, looking at my forehead.

I felt at my forehead, aware of a sore spot.