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[color=90EE90][sup][b]Location:[/b] The Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood; New York.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Kalinda Franklins ([@MarshiestMallow]), Vivian Lucasta ([@metanoia]), Zane Blacklight ([@Theyra]), and Arthur Keller ([@Zenritch]).[/sup][/color][/center]
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[color=firebrick]"Here. Watch the fuzzy tube sock, she'll just get in the way."[/color]

Watch over the wha-..? A frown crossing her strong features; the question had barely managed to form in her mind before a creature was dumped in her lap, and Kalinda's back was turned. Tensing, the action only serving to make the pain she was already enduring to become worse, even if for a few brief moments, Octavia turned her gaze down to the animal she'd so suddenly found herself in possession of. The fuzzy tube wriggling around; contorting itself into strange angles, and she couldn't help but be reminded of a cat. Hell, she'd seen her brother's dog twist itself around and fall asleep in the weirdest of angles- angles she herself wasn't sure she'd ever seen before. Honestly, she didn't see how it could have been comfortable.

Hand drawing across to the furball, she took a firm though still gentle hold of the back back of its neck - much like she'd done with some of the cats she'd interacted with over the years - and lifted it up. Not fussed one iota by the reaction that she was getting from the animal. What the fuck was she supposed to do with it..? Did they... [i]do[/i] anything..? Her free arm lifting up, fingers curling; she curiously poked at the ferrets underbelly with the tip of her pointer.

[color=firebrick]"I've got her Zane, but perhaps you could see what you can do for Octavia? Make sure she hasn't strangled the fuzzball."[/color]

[color=008000]"Okay, Kalinda, I will let you deal with your sister."[/color]

The sound of her name being spoken, however, catching her attention; causing her to once again lower the living tubesock back down to her lap as she turned her gaze towards the sorce of the noise. And with her green eyes closely following the approaching figure, she gave Zane a respectful nod of her head in greeting. Really... she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to the way that the Hecate and some of the Apollo children could almost instantly heal wounds as though they were nothing. Injuries that would take days... weeks- hell, months even... healed in a mere few minutes. And as the pain she'd felt coarsing through her arm and her back slipped away, Octavia lifted her once bad hand up. Her eyes following it. Watching on as she twisted it slowly, her fingers curling and uncurling as though to make sure that the what he said was true; that she was, indeed, better. It was fucking astounding. They were truly talented individuals, she'd give them that.

[color=008000]"Though might I ask how you got hurt?"[/color]

[color=#2E8B57]"..my brother let his anger and the competition get to him. I had no choice but to deal with the situation, so I tackled him off the tower."[/color] Lowering her hand back down to her side; resting it and the other on the bed she was sat on, Octavia returned her attention back to the man that she was speaking with though as another voice interjected, her normally stoic features cracked. Lips turning up at the corners into a small smirk, and she gave a light shrug of her shoulders. Her gaze flicking across to meet with that of her favorite son of Selene.

[color=C0C0C0]"Are you doing fine yourself, Octavia? I was watching you all earlier and that was a pretty nasty fall. It was pretty ballsy on your part but you can't keep doing stuff like that or else you're going to be getting acquainted with the medics more than what you'd prefer."[/color]

[color=#2E8B57]"The medics in this camp are easily worried, and overly attentive. However..."[/color] Pausing a moment, she brought her gaze back to Zane. Once more giving him a nod of her head as she slipped forward; getting off of the bed and back to her feet. The ferret that had been left in her charge having scaled the length of her torso to instead perch upon her shoulder, [color=#2E8B57]"..for that they have my gratitude."[/color] Arms lifting, Octavia folded them over her chest, her shoulder lightly nudging against Arthur's, [color=#2E8B57]"Admit it though... you enjoy watching my little stunts."[/color]