You were in the Arena, training with your favorite weapon, fighting against a sparring dummy. You were trying to clear your head while everyone else is in the dining pavilion, celebrating the end of the Titan War. There was something stressing you out, but no one could figure it out.

After a while, you finally slice the sparring dummy's head off, startling yourself. But you hear soft laughter from the entrance of the Arena. Hermes. He was here...

"What a show, kiddo... You been working this hard since the end of the War? Why aren't you celebrating in the pavilion?" Hermes asked, still smirking, but sounding concerned.

You sigh, putting your weapon away, then you walk towards Hermes.

Hermes was visibly shocked as he reached out to feel the scars on your face, but he stopped short. "Oh, gods, kiddo... Your face... You should be resting with a wound like that..."