Talulah walked out of the forest and towards the water, dropping her towel she pulled off her see through white dress to reveal a bright red bikini, kicking of her flip flops she walked into the water before starting to do laps, till she got board and started to float on the top of the water realizing that she was starting to get cold she decided to get out and sunbathe for a while, she flopped down on her towel face down resting her arms under her head as she lay there starting to dry off and sunbathe at the same time, before too long she fell asleep.

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Psyche walked along the shore, looking around. She liked to visit the camp on occasion, mostly to see if there was anything she could do to help the demi gods. Having once been human and then being thrust into the worlds of the gods by circumstance, she felt like she understand them, connected with them on a level she didn't even with the gods she knew well, like Eros, Hera and Demeter. There was something about having been human once that none of them could understand. Something about being vulnerable that they would never get. She felt like she owed it to the demi gods to help them make sense of their world.

Ethan walked, well hobbled along a crutch under one arm. He let out a curse when he managed to fall forward smacking into the sand. He lay back on the sand looking up at the sky trying to gather up enough energy to stand but it wasn't working so he decided to just stay there for awhile. He ran his hand through his black hair letting out a sigh. He managed to sit up, he clutched his side and let out a hiss feeling pain flare up. He pulled his hand away cursing softly at the sight of blood on his hand.

Psyche, turning to see the source of the noise, saw Ethan fall in the distance. At once worried and a little amused to see him topple, she hurried down the shore, slowing when she reached him so as not to kick sand into his face. "I dare say, what ales you, love?" She asked, forgetting to used more modern speech. She hadn't conversed with many humans in the last hundred years, since the gods drew back their influence on the mortal world. She knelt down beside him, looking him over and wincing at his wounds. "What are you doing, ambling about in this condition?"

"I think I pulled my stitches." He tells her with a grimace annoyed that he would have to go back to the infirmary he hated going there it reminded him of the hospital where his mother died he hated them since then. He smile flirtatiously at the girl, she was cute. "I was heading to eat but I got lost and ended up here. I've been gone for a while and everything seems to have moved spots its ridiculous I mean why do the gods do this to us poor demigods who aren't here often enough to notice that they moved the dining room."

Psyche flinched a bit at the mention of the gods, I mean, she technically was one, but her connection was more to humans than gods, given what and who she was. "I can't fathom dear why the would move around things on a stationary island at all, but that's besides the point when you're bleeding." She got her hands around him gingerly, trying to avoid hurting him and touching his wounds. "Let me help you up and over to the dining room, I can probably get one of the Apollo kids to fix you up there." She told him, motioning for him to try and get up with her assistance.

"Sure, sounds good to me." He tells her, letting her help him stand, clutching the crutch in the other hand while placing his hand across her shoulders. Letting out a gasp of pain when he had to move, he felt the blood sliding down his side but he knew that complaining would do nothing so he sucked it up and followed her where she led him hoping that she actually knew the way and they wasn't about to get lost again because he didn't know if he could take it. "I wouldn't put it passed them to do so, they seem to like jerking us demigods around."

Psyche sighed, and felt the need to apologize, despite that had never had any demi god children and that her very nature led her to helping and guiding the heroes rather than hindering them, "I do apologize for their sometimes thoughtless deeds. They are what they are and they see no reason to change. While for some of them, that's fine, others could use a good kick to a sensitive place." She told him, grumbling and sheepish. "But don't worry, we'll find someone to help you. Thankfully, being a guide, I can generally find my way around any old place, even if I haven't been there in awhile." She supported him as much as she could as she guided him, or as much as he'd let her. As a goddess, she could carry him if she needed to, but most people didn't think about that.

"Okay, I'll trust you." He tells her feeling weaker by the minute before his eyes started fluttering closed without his consent he tried to force his eyes open again but the pain was too strong and he lost the fight to say awake and went slack in her grip. His side was covered in blood, he had been told not to move to much but he had of course not listened to what the healer had said but he was really bad at doing that so he always took longer to heal than he should have taken which annoyed his healers to no end.

Psyche gasped when he went slack in her grip, bending some what under the unexpected weight before straightening, holding him up as she looked around worriedly. She saw someone down the beach, and prayed it was someone who would help. She whistled sharply to get their attention and was pleased when they started rushing towards her and her human baggage. Thankfully it was a daughter of Asclepius who helped her get Ethan laid out and immediately started working on his bleeding wound. Psyche scoffed under her breath, "Heroes, don't know how to take care of themselves." She sighed, "Well, I guess that's why I have a job."

Ethan woke when the other demigod had finished working on his wound and we was fully healed. He looked around wondering where he was before it all come flooding back to him. He groaned throwing his arm over his eyes in mortification, embarrassed that he passed out while with a hot girl. "I'm fixed right, It feels like it's fixed." He asks before removing his arm from his face looking at Psyche. "We can go get food now right? I'm starving, food sounds really good right now." He tells her, before sitting up ignoring the dirty look that the other demigod gave him.

Psyche looked amused, "You have a one track mind, don't you? Are you sure you don't want to rest this time? You're all fixed up but you still lost quite a bit of blood." She slowly stood, keeping her eyes on him. "But if you want food, it wouldn't hurt you, with all the energy and blood you need to replace." She turned and smiled at the other demigod, thanking them and giving them a pat on the shoulder. With a smile, they wandered off. Being the goddess of the human spirit meant being able to lift the spirits of those around her. And the girl needed it. This boy seemed like the worst patient on earth.

"Not completely one track." He tells her with a leer, he was a big flirt but very rarely stayed with the same person more than one night. "Come on, it's not that much blood less than I lost when I got the wound, I'll be fine, and of course I need food, food is amazing, I am a food lover food is the best." He rambles on, before standing and heading towards where he thought the food area was of course it was in the whole other direction but well Ethan wasn't bothered more time with the hottie was always a bonus. "I can't remember if I asked or not, so what do you go by? I go by Ethan, Ethan Montgomery Price at your service." He tells her, giving her a bow before capturing her hand and pulling her along with him.

Psyche followed him when he pulled her along, not sure what else to do. Her eyes were on their hands, baffled as to what she should make of this. "Yes, food is important I suppose, and often 'the best' as you say." She told him absently before she realized he'd asked her name. "Oh well, I'm Psyche, pleased to meet you Ethan." She told him, wondering if she should elaborate. Sometimes people recognized her, but most didn't due to her relative obscurity. Most people didn't know her unless they'd met her before or read her myth, but even then, almost no one guessed who she really was.

"Psyche, Psyche, Hmm I like it." He tells her with a grin, it was a cute name for a cute girl. "It's unusual, I like unusual names." He managed to find the eating room after leading them on the most round about route. "See look I found it, and it only took slightly longer than it did last time I went looking for the dining room. It’s quite the accomplishment, maybe one time soon it will take me less time then it did the time before." He says heading to his father's table and taking a seat grabbing a plate full of pizza and one with pasta before starting to eat the pizza. He motioned for Psyche to sit across from him because his mouth was full.