((Well, damn. You somehow survived that; congratulations. I guess if you're going to be stupid, you've got to be tough. Just in case you forgot that stupid stunt you just pulled, you blew up a volcano, more specifically, Mount Saint Helens, and you are currently hurtling through the air at about half the speed of sound. Luckily for you, Hera decided to let you live, for now anyway. Keep in mind that you're on a quest; don't let the beautiful scenery or gorgeous woman make you forget that, little half-blood. Well, that's all. Good luck, hero, and try not to die; the fate of everything hinges on this.))

You're briefly conscious before you fall unconscious once more, and in that little snippet, you felt immense pain like you were being stung hundreds of times by bullet ants all at once all over, and then you faded out. You then come to see a crystalline ceiling, an array of vibrant blues, greens, purples, and other colours. You try to sit up but can't; your entire body is aching like mad, each fibre begging you to lie back down. You oblige and let your head fall onto the feather pillow. As your focus drifts to the rest of the place, it seems you are in a sort of cavern, with sheets separating the cave into multiple sections. You can't see anything, but you can hear a harp nearby, but your instincts say that no one is there. Then, the sheet to your right is disturbed and swept aside by a woman who looks about your age. Her beauty outshines even that of Aphrodite. The young woman is holding some clothing for you; it even looks to be the right size. Did she take your measurements while you were unconscious? Your thoughts are interrupted by the woman, her angelic voice sends shivers down your spine. — Hello. Are you alright? I healed you to the best of my ability, but your injuries were so severe that there may be some scarring.