Rory has been helping to set up the makeshift infirmary, organizing all the items that Hephaestus had given to them. She had been staying away from injured campers, not wanting to make anything worse then it already was, and merely acted as a nurse, handing needed materials over as they were needed. She heard a group of campers return from a round outside and looked over at them, slightly worried. ”Is everyone alright?”
[jogs in taking deep breaths as he tries to collect himself after doing a jogging lap around the block] I think they’re cool. I just do you see my inhaler around here somewhere?