Asclepius hadn't really announced his arrival, just turned up and quietly started arranging his supplies. He had everything he needed, and probably a few things he didn't. Zeus had even gotten the CT scanner, which he'd been mostly joking about. Still. Better to have it then not, he supposed.
It was giving him flashbacks to the second war, being on standby while others went off and fought. Asclepius had never wished to see battle, that had never been his strength and never would be. But he would put everyone back together as best he could, even if it meant giving them fluids and ensuring they didn't eat too much too fast.
Once things were arranged to his satisfaction, he took a seat on one of the couches, waving in acknowledgement to Zeus and Pheme. He was here for the aftermath.