[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xjXLKy1x/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Greyhound Station
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Zeke's healing [i]tickled[/i]. She tried her best not to squirm as his sunshine hands worked their magic, stitching up her wound. She almost would have preferred a bandage and some ambrosia, since the entire time she was biting down on the inside of her cheek, trying her best not to giggle. By the time he finished, she was feeling like someone had stuck just her stomach into a tanning bed. [color=a187be]"Thanks. I guess you're not totally the worst,"[/color] Leda chastised Zeke lightly. She didn't consider him her friend by any extent, but he had healed her - and he didn't have to do that. She took a swig of the nectar - it tasted like liquid S'mores to her - before handing the bottle back to him. She didn't need too much and she didn't want to risk bursting into flames. 

	She took the Manticore's tail tip from Kristin, staring at it for a moment. [color=a187be]"Brilliant,"[/color] she said, before she opened up her backpack and stashed it away. She'd figure out something to do with her shirt later. The stomach portion was in tatters and stained in blood, giving her the world's oddest midriff. She figured she'd just use Ultraviolet to tear the bloody portion off and that would be that. She could rock a midriff, right? [color=a187be]"Let's go then, before his brother or whatever comes for us,"[/color] she agreed, climbing onto the bus and flopping into a seat in the very back. [color=a187be]"You guys wanna play a game to pass the time? Could do F, Marry, Kill - Olympian style?"[/color]