Goodnight Moon ↣ P. Jackson + A. Chase

2.08

They dragged the injured to the infirmary. The Hunter's had come on strong as they attacked the children of Ares, breaking plenty of bones (accidentally), and they were left in charge of healing them when Chiron went to confer with Zoe.

Lee was a natural at leading the infirmary, a natural at getting everyone settled, and Kassandra moved around easily tossing the items that her siblings asked for to them in between sort of healing the Ares kid's as well.

(It was difficult, slow, and she only went around resetting bones with effortless tugs and snaps of limbs, feeling with prodding fingers and twisting into place.)

(Setting bones was a brilliant feeling, a powerful one as you electrified them with pain with only a few movements without even trying to do so.)

She rolled her shoulders, stretching out her back and she idly made her way to the salves in search of one for sore and bruised muscles. The armour was lifesaving in battle, but that didn't mean that it didn't sting when shot.

The sounds of soft singing around her was a comfort as she rubbed the salve between her shoulder blades and down the edge of her spine. She could feel the smooth skin of the raised scar at her side, the cleanly healed cut a nicely curved half-moon shape that brushed just below her ribs. It was still strange to feel it there, still strange to see the branding sun claiming her against her skin.

Tugging the shirt back into place, she released her hair from her ponytail and messaged the base of her hairline. There was a persistent stinging behind her eyes, a slow throb, and she took a moment to debate grabbing something to ease the headache --ultimately deciding that a couple of ibuprofen wouldn't do any harm as she swallows them down with icy water.

"Lee?" one of the Hephaestus kids says as they poke their head into the infirmary. "Mr. D is calling a council of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy."

Looking over her shoulder, she watches as her brothers glance around the room and the number of patients that they had. They knew that it wasn't their job to stay beyond what they had already done -- or at least she hoped that they knew.

Her elder brother huffs, crossing his arms as he looks down to a particularly stubborn Ares kid that still needed to have his elbow set (it was nursemaid elbow and ought to be something simple to fix, but every hymn sung burned through his energy and they were both too kind to leave any of them to heal broken bones on ambrosia and nectar alone even if they really should have).

"Kass. You want to go?" he asks, not bothering to look back.

"You sure?" she asks hesitantly.

Michael shrugs. "Well, I'm exhausted so I'm not going."

"I can stay here and take over for you," she offers hesitantly -- not really wanting to but doing so regardless.

Lee looks her dead in the eye, grabbing the teen's arm and pops it back into place with a yank-twist. "I can honestly say that I hate those meetings, Kass. You would honestly fit in much better than I do. Besides, I do need to stay here and deal with all of these people."

The girl can't help her grin. "Fine. Okay, yeah, I'll go."

She made her way to the Big House as soon after she had cleaned up her mess a bit. She hoped that she didn't have to go back to the infirmary to deal with her "patients." Kassandra's talents were not in healing. She could do it but she didn't like it and she wasn't the best out of her siblings. She was never going to be the best when she couldn't bring herself to sing a hymn to her father.

The only reason that she had even asked to speak with her father in the first place was because she was needed help that only he could provide -- and he hadn't done a thing to help her, had only left her with more questions and warnings without explanations.