A few of the Apollo kids gave Walker dirty looks when he commented about coming to their cabin more. Most of them went back to what they had been doing - writing poetry, chatting, making arrows. Ariel walked in and placed her violin case down on the footlocker in front of the bed Walker had gone to. She turned, looking to the unclaimed boy after his comment. Unannounced to her, one of her siblings - her overly worrisome brother sitting on his bed directly across from her own - glared more at the boy. "It is possible. Have you attempted archery or poetry? I have a spare notebook for the latter if you wish to see if you have a gift for it." A blink made her realize she was being rude. "Oh, please, do have a seat." She motioned toward her bed. "I just have to go gather some of the supplies and such we keep stocked up in here."

With that, she spun on the balls of her feet and headed to a cabinet in the back. It took no time at all for her to search through the shelves for a premixed salve that she could spread on the bump and maybe even a bandage - if the skin were broken. Items in hand, she returned to Walker's side. "I will need you to show - do not touch but point - me where you were struck. Nothing that I am about to do should hurt, but occasionally, broken skin does cause for our salves and ointments to produce a mild pain. If it does hurt, it should dissipate within a few minutes."