The water was delicious. It was ice-cold, sweet and clear, and somehow alive. The water on the ship had always been flat and dead. Not surprising when you think how many millions of times it must have been recycled in the long years of the voyage. She shuddered and decided she'd rather not think about where the ship's water had been before she drank it. This was wonderful, though virgin water straight from a mountain stream. She cupped her hand under the spring and drank again until the horrible taste in her mouth had all washed away. Then she washed her face and dipped her head under the little trickle of water.
She was feeling better now. She still felt really sad for Hephaestus but there was nothing she could do to help him. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of the sun on her ey
