The night had already arrived by the time Sera had woken up. Her head was finally clear of that awful pain.
Tiredly she turned onto her other side and found some gigantic fluffy thing next to her.
In the next moment she was already on her feet about to summon her glaive, but she soon calmed down. It was only Kathy in one of her other forms.
Sera didn't fail to see her paws and mouth, which had dried blood all over it.
Curiously she began looking around the camp. It seemed like someone had made a fire and cooked meat. Judging by how close Percy was sleeping, he must've been the culprit.
One thing Sera had noted though is Hector, or more like the lack of him. At first she thought he had left the group, it would've been really convenient if he had done so, but that wasn't the case.
He was just sleeping a lot farther from the rest of them. His whole body was covered in blood... his own blood...