You were the child of Poseidon, if you ever got injured you could always just heal in the water.

But the thing was, it seemed like you much preferred going to the infirmary, taking away Will's precious time by healing someone who could be healed in a few seconds, that someone was you, of course.

No matter how many times he had told you to go out and spill some water all over yourself, you never agreed with the idea and always refused, wanting Will to specifically heal you.

As much as Will tried to tell himself he found your off antic sort of annoying, he couldn't. He had grown quite fond seeing you walk in the infirmary, with fresh new cuts you got from training of doing something stupid, and making Will heal you, refusing to go take a dip in the lake instead.

But he would never admit it in front of your face.

"What's my favorite child of Poseidon doing here now?" Will said sarcastically, rolling his eyes playfully as he saw you walk inside the infirmary, again.