NAMIKO
“Do you feel better now?” Annabeth asked, slowly retracting her hand from my wounded arm. It was now secured in a clean white piece of clothing mixed with a strange cold substance she had her daughter bring for her.
“Yeah.” I nodded, passing her a small smile, “Thank you.”
“Please don't thank me, Sloane. This was my fault, I should be apologizing for almost killing you.”
My smile widened, recalling everything that had happened earlier, knowing this was a vast difference from what I had initially imagined would happen to me.
“It wasn't your fault, according to your son, I am short and may actually look like an antelope.” I joked to lift the tension.
“Oh please, the boy always has some excuse rolling up his sleeves. Pay him no heed and get some rest, I will fetch you a meal shor
