Try not to get lost [Open]

Solitude crouches down, trying to make himself less of a target. It wasn't that he didn't trust Willow, he just was very cautious. He knew that the arrow would hit its target, but he could still be careful. He watches as Willow draws back the string on her bow. She appeared to be calm and her hands were steady on the bow and string. Sol observes her calmness and the way she positions herself to shoot. It only took the girl a few seconds to aim. Most kids would have an issue doing so, especially against a moving target. Then again, Willow's father was Apollo. He definitely had something to do with it. Sol began to wonder if the girl was naturally good at archery or if she still had to learn how to use the bow. Most kids at camp had to learn, but did children of Apollo have to? Did they have to learn, or were they a me to pick up a bow, pull the arrow back, and hit a target spot on? Solitude had never even wondered such a thing before, so why should he now?

Solitude takes in a shallow breath and calms his ever-so-ponderous brain down. He turns his gaze back towards Willow and watches as she lets her hand off of the string, letting the tensed arrow fly. The arrow speeds through the air and for mere second everything was quiet. A help penetrates the air and Solitude immediately knew that Willow had hit her target. They creature wasn't dead yet though. Sol could still hear it, now whimpering. He tightens his grip on his sword and slowly walks up to the Hellhound, which was looking quite pathetic, laying there with an arrow in its side. Sol walks up next to it and is surprised to see that it still has some fighting power in it. The beast quickly jumps up and lunges at Solitude. The demigod was struck as surprised and it took him a second to bring up his sword and end the Hellhound's life.

Golden glitter showers down over Solitude as the Hellhound disintegrates. Sol brushes the powder off of his shoulders and then proceeds to inspect himself, looking for any cuts inflicted by the creature. He had three nice flaw marks down his right leg, but it didn't bother him too much. They weren't bleeding bad or very deep. It wasn't like the Hellhound had enough energy to do much damage. Sol would've been in some deep trouble if it did though. The boy lets out a sigh and walks over to Willow.

"Nice shot," is all he says before turning back around towards the area where the Hellhound had spent its final minutes. "We should keep on moving. We sort of can't go back to camp. We might be able to take down a Hellhound, but not a bunch of Harpies. That would be a lot tougher. It might be fun to risk it, but I really don't feel like taking any trips to the infirmary in the next few hours or so."

Solitude felt odd. Not in a sickly way though. He felt as if he could actually talk to Willow. It seemed like she was like him as well: anti-social. I guess it's easier to talk to someone who is like you. The demigod nods at Willow and starts walking again, a slight limp accompanying his right leg. He ignored the slight pain in his leg. He was fine. He had to convince himself of that and he truly would be fine, right?

There was a moment after Solitude spoke where Willow felt like she had run right into a brick wall. She would almost be offended, if it wasn't something that she had told herself plenty of times before that moment. But it was different when you heard it from someone else, where as when you may tell yourself to do something it is easier to brush off and just say you are over thinking things again. And even if he sounded harsh or pushy in the end everything he said was true. She was after all a child of Apollo, the god whose children made up the medics there at camp and almost all were gifted with the power to heal in one way or another. And he was also right that if she practiced she would get better and would probably be of more help when it came to hunting. If she got injured she at least had the luxury of making herself better while others did not have that chance.

Solitude kept walking, and for a moment Willow just stood there in silence with her eyes trained towards the ground. Staring at what exactly she wasn't sure, but she wasn't really focusing on seeing anything and instead just thought. Thinking about how Solitude was right, how she was no help to the boy whose leg was injured while she sat with an injured arm and her own stubborn refusal to do anything about it. Willow was usually reasonable and level headed, but when it came to this she always acted stubborn...but before there was never anyone else to deal with the consequences of her altered aim after an injury. No one else but her to face any negative outcomes her actions lead to.

While her arm wasn't terribly injured it still was bleeding and that was the arm she used to hold her arrows. She would probably have a harder time aiming in her current state and it would take her longer to shoot, which in the end could spell death. But the risk seemed almost as high. Say she healed her arm, yes her aim would be back but she knew she would feel tired after and who knew exactly what that would do to her focus. But she knew she would be no help to Sol if trouble came knocking again and her arm still had the dull pain radiating off of hit, intensifying with each release of an arrow and each pull on the string. The thoughts of exactly what she should do weighed heavy on her mind, leaving her quiet and reserved as Solitude walked in front of her.

Willow grabbed her left forearm, feeling the makeshift bandage tightly tied around it. She just focused on her injury, on sealing it enough so the bleeding would stop, maybe just getting at least a few layers of flesh to join back together so that the function she was so used to having would come back to her.

"Just heal, just heal. Anything really, just enough to get through the trip."

There was about 5 minutes or do of just focusing all her energy into those thoughts and into her wound, but eventually she could feel the results start to happen as if it moved at a snail's pace. It was an odd sensation, feeling as the skin seemed to 'grow' back into place and the pain drain away from the area of the impact. It was as if there was a draining sensation under her skin, but there was nothing to drain from her. No blood or liquid, yet there she was feeling that tingling sensation on her flesh as if something was leaving from her wound. Her power broke off as she cut all her focus away, feeling the energy she had start to drain too much she knew if she hadn't she would have been no use to anyone. The dull pain subsided and soon there was nothing. Nothing except the feeling that replaced it.

It was like Willow had strapped on a big sack of books over her shoulder and then added another sack over the other. The pain was gone though, so it must have worked enough. Luckily for Willow there was a tree near by as she had basically just finished as they reached the edge of the creek. She wasn't sure exactly what Solitude had been doing up until this point, but it seemed he had already sat down and had done his own thing. Hopefully he washed his leg off, maybe rewrapped the wound up and tried to rest. Willow sat down and leaned her back up against the tree trunk, sitting felt nice and relaxing and a pleasant idea because now she felt like she just ran a marathon or something. Hopefully sitting for a few minutes would help recharge her a little bit, hopefully.

"How is your leg?" Willow broke the silence as she asked the question. "I wouldn't mind resting a bit if we could. It would probably be good for your leg too." Willow looked down and remembered the piece of fabric that was still wrapped around her forearm, the reddish-brown stains now stopped appearing though the ones that were there still were. She untied the fabric and unwrapped the arm to see just how much had been done by her power use, though weak she normally was in using it it must have at least stopped the bleeding and the pain as well as she felt none. She couldn't see too much in the dark and under the tree the leaves which normally provided a good amount of shading during the day when you were looking to block out the sun cut most of the light from the moon as well from shining down on her. She slowly lifted herself up and towards the creek and as she did her legs felt sore and worn as if she had done squats the night before or something. Willow was able to stand well, her legs just felt like they had been carrying her for far too long on a long upward hike or something, but she wasn't stumbling like a fool or anything. She just hid it, the way she hid a lit of things like her emotions...most times.

Under the light she could see her forearm and the area where the 4 marks that had been dug into her skin were had started to disappear. It wasn't gone, of course not because Willow had not the confidence nor the practice to do so without draining her energy far more then she did. If she had maybe attempted to practice she probably could have easily healed herself up and not felt more then maybe a little bit of tiredness, but no, Willow chose to do things differently. She chose to do things her way after all. But her scratches looked better, the bleeding had stopped and the color of new, pink flesh had started to show up over the scratch marks though there was still some that could be done it would do. For now though she had done enough and it was enough in her opinion. She reached down with the blood covered piece of fabric and stuck it in the water. As the water flowed through it the color of blood that had seeped in now started to leave and brought the fabric back almost to the same blue color that it was before it met her forearm. After lifting it back up she brought it to her forearm and washed away some of the dried blood and dust particles that was there and cleaned herself up a little. It wasn't pretty, but it would do.

After that was done Willow turned to see Solitude sitting alongside the creek bed. She sat down next to him, not too close though but still giving about 10 feet or so in between them both. She noticed his quietness and wondered if he had felt bad about what he said to her. He had quickly averted his gaze after speaking and went on his own as if trying to avoid the awkwardness that comes from offending someone. He didn't need to feel bad, he was right after all and she never really pegged him for one to feel bad for being honest. He seemed the kind of guy who usually spoke honestly whether you liked it or not...or maybe she had just misread him.

"There is nothing for you to feel bad about. You were speaking the truth after all. I do have some and I don't use them, even when I should. Maybe if I were stronger or better then things would be different." Willow kept her eyes out at the creek as she spoke, the water moving around her and underneath the silence between the two demigods you could hear the sound of it moving and rushing forwards. A calm ambient noise to accompany the silence.


ooc: That turned out wayyyy longer then I anticipated it to.