Ares snorted softly at that. "Then perhaps you should tend to Apollo. As he seems content to stand in the back and shoot arrows, he is generally in like state upon his return as his departure. Father forbid he learn to fight like a real god," he said, his lips quirking as he completed what seemed almost a ritual for them.
"And, fair sister, should I come back as unscathed as Apollo, then you would know it was no real war."
His breath hissed slightly as she found one of the worse wounds, one that actually pierced both flesh and liver, though her touch was already beginning the process to set things aright.