Lucius stood up and spread his arms wide so that Adara could apply the resinous mixture. His skin soaked it up, and he felt great relief as the stretch of his skin eased and cooled.
“You seem to be healing more quickly,” Adara said. “Apollo has aided your healing, I think.”
Lucius did not say anything to that, for he still saw the Far-Shooter’s face across the flames the previous night, warning him, telling him he did not have to take this journey.
“There. Finished.” Adara wiped her hands on a rag and replaced the lid of the clay pot which she then placed in one of the satchels.
The children began to dress themselves in layers, as they had discussed, for it would be colder at sea. When Phoebus was finished, he hung his gladius about his shoulder, beneath his cloak.
Calliope, reluctant
