#xyves

“This is some Medieval Times shit.” Snow snickered too himself after departing from the ‘training grounds’ only to approach another young man who seemed to still have his head on straight. That was; not chucking spears in the air or going Katniss Everdeen with flaming arrows. “I just hope the food’s better here. ... ‘way fewer screaming kids, so that’s a plus.”

The rage that he had felt when he saw his friend go down was now long gone and instead filled with relief and tiredness. He knew Yves would be swarmed as soon as he woke up and healed so he gave it time before he sought out his friend not wanting to overwhelm him. “Hey, cutie...” Ender said sitting beside the younger demigod and held out his flask. He had his grapes now but the flask still stayed on him at all times when he wasn’t in combat. It was perfect for moments like this. “How you feeling?”