Annabeth would awaken in the temple of Askari, no longer wearing her armor and her left arm in bandages. She dared not see how much damage that madman’s mace did to her arm, and as she tried to stand up her head hurt a bit too. Seemed like she had suffered more damage to her head than she realized. The smell of the herbs and medicine was bitter but Annabeth didn’t mind it. It was meant to heal her.

She drifted off to sleep and woke up an hour later. By now things were much more active. Annabeth’s own wounds stopped hurting though only enough that she could stand up and move on her own. Her arm was still too hurt to use so she put it into a sling before walking around. As she did so, she took the captain’s sword and lashed it to her swordbelt. She ought to give it back to him when he could.

First thing Annabeth did was get some breakfast. Because of all the wounded the meal was very simple: a bit of bred with a small bowl of broth. Smelled like chicken. Eating her meal quickly Annabeth spotted Maren in a bed a bit away. Asking the sisters of the temple for some more bread and broth Annabeth went over to the female royal. Seeing the monk do a prayer for a recently departed, Annabeth waited until he had finished and left before she approached Maren. [color=fff200]”I see that m’lady is awake. You should eat something and gather some strength back.”[/color] Annabeth knelt and held the platter with the bread and soup for Maren.