"Yes, but the fool's grandson has no money, therefore he is more frugal, and appreciates it much more." Poor Cass, it was a wonder he wasn't more bitter about it than he made out on the surface.
She shook her head. "I don't know, Cass. I honestly don't know." It was ridiculous the precautions they were taking, all of them for their lives.
Admitting to the pain was something she was happy to do, but she had seen triage situations before, and visible blood was always going to get you treated first. Her arm wasn't turning blue (well, her fingers where a little cold, and pale), so she understood the need to wait.
There was relief on her face at the thought of being healed soon and she offered up a smile at the offer of a potion. She had trouble getting the cork out with only one hand, but finally managed and knocked back the potion in one gulp. "Thank you," she said as she closed her eyes.
"You should be with Percy, now," she said as the pain started to get dull. "I'm fine here."