He'd been asleep for hours....it seemed they had both gone through 16 or more hours after such a stressful event. When he woke the color had started to return to his skin which was no longer a soft shade of blue. He shifted out of the bed to a massive wave of pain. With shaky hands he poked at the burn to his side with ringlets left from the iron. It had closed up the wound. The thing to do now was to make sure it didn't get infected and land him in the hospital despite his fear. There were no gods or goddesses that would help him now to take away all that pain, not without a price. He didn't wish to be a tool to anyone else again.
Briareos staggered out into room where Kymopoleia still lay. The sun peeked through the blinds in flat slits across the room against her skin. He moved tripping over his boots and stumbling onto the couch to get them off, but he had already made too much noise---much like he usually did.