[color=a187be]"Ah, there it is."[/color]  Ephidel's lips curved upwards slightly in a pleased smirk.  [color=a187be]"The Refuge, and your favorite part of it, the healer's cabin."[/color]  Ignoring Ephraim's muttering, he sent a root to tap on the door ahead of him.  As the healer opened the door, Ephidel was just reaching it, with Ephraim in tow.  [color=a187be]"Ah, Jake.  So glad you're here.  Ephraim managed to get himself hurt again, rather badly."[/color]  He had the roots carry the demigod into the cabin, lay him down on a bed, and then retreat, sinking back into the ground.

"Of course he did."  Jake shook his head and turned to Ephraim, undoing Ephidel's work to get a good look at the wounds.  "Eesh.  Even with godly healing, this will scar, Ephraim."

[color=9e0039]"I know."[/color]  Ephraim answered simply.  The news was nothing new to him.  Among all the demigods at the refuge, he was probably the one with the most scars, and had grown used to it.  Sitting there on the bed, shirtless, he looked resigned.  [color=9e0039]"Just give me the medicine."[/color]

Ephidel leaned against the wall, watching.  After Jake was finished with Ephraim, he would make his usual requests, which would most likely be granted.  Right now, however, he just wanted to make sure that the person who was the closest he had to a friend would be alright.