Iria slowly sat up in her bed. The medical treatments they had given her were more than anyone could asked for, but she still felt tired. And when she slept sometimes she'd see dead eyes watching her from dark misty places. But she still smiled as cheerfully as she could. Like nothing was wrong, the circles under her eyes sometimes the only outward mark of her... discomfort. But dreams were merely that. Dreams. And every time she'd wake up with a start or get jumpy when looking in a dark corner, she laugh at her foolishness. Laughter always made her feel better.

"Yes, thank you Michael," she smiled at her fellow campmate. He had been very helpful, as he always was with injured Demis. Though it seemed he was a serious person, Iria thought he just needed a chance to be the one receiving help. Though she was very grateful for him watching over her. Once he had left, she changed into fresh clothes, pale blues and lavenders. She brushed her dark hair into its softer waves, braiding it so it could keep out of the way. Wearing comfortable, practical clothing would be best today, even if her shoulder and chest still ached a bit. 

Iria had scolded herself for causing problems for the others many times before. She had to get stronger. She need to learn quicker. And lying around it bed from a bear scratch wouldn't help her. Washing her face, she looked down into the water for a moment, realizing the serious look on her face seemed a bit too glum. Grinning down at her reflection she nodded and left to get something quick to eat. Running made her ache a little too much, but she could manage a good jog. Her fan strapped to her side, she cheerfully greeted many of the campers that passed by, especially the younger ones, laughing off their concerns like she always did and doing something small to make them smile.

Iris, Goddess of Rainbows, was both the a peaceful messenger and a caring concerned figure, at least in all the stories Iria had heard. And although many of her half-siblings were able to shape-shift, or move incredibly swift, or work undeniably well with Hera's children, Iria was sort of the outlier in it all. Certainly she had a talent for soothing people, but anyone friendly enough could do that. And yes she was very good at being a peacemaker, but so were many others with personalities like hers. So that left her gift over rainbow-like lights, wether it was creating small rainbows, shifting large ones, or glowing like a disco ball at a pastel rave. Iria had that, and she was proud of it.

But fighting like a heroic Demi-God was something else. The only real instinct she had was when it came to protecting others in times of peril. That was the time when her body seemed to move on its own. But Iria had decided that fighting was like anything else, you just needed to practice enough to get better. Determination was what decided the hero, even if natural talent helped. But talent could only go so far. So Iria was very enthusiastic about this game for today. Here they were in a safe environment to better themselves. Well, mostly safe. The children of Ares, Athena, and Artemis could get carried away sometimes... Not that they ever meant to of course.

"Hello, everyone!" Iria jogged over to the group, grinning at them all, looking as cheerful as ever. The leather armor they were suppose to wear was stiff, but understandably so. After all they were suppose to protect you, not be comfortable or a fashion statement. Though there was the odd complaint sometimes. Weapon check, done. Greetings, done. Now they were all trying to decide leaders. Iria stayed pleasantly quiet, her hands behind her back listening intently. Not being very good at offense and still a bit achey from the bear scuff, she felt she might be better at defense.

"I could help defend the flag," she said with a quirky grin, "I'm good at the sort."