"Well she sounds like a blast. " Will let the claw drop into a jar he'd dispose of later, since Curufin didn't want to save it. He never knew. Some demigods liked trophy's. Like the Ares cabin. Even the attic of Big House was littered with Demigod trophy's and items. The claw wasn't exactly a trophy though, but hard won still, if only by the wounds he seemed to have received. Based on what he had said earlier, Curufin obviously gave as well as he got.

He winced, sensing the bacterial load present in those wounds, and then again when he sensed the punctured lung. That was a problem. Not a huge one, but still a problem. He smiled at Curufin.

"That's what I do, yeah. I work with your body to help heal it." Will started singing a soft hymn to Apollo in ancient greek, closing his eyes to start the work, hands still touching the elf.

"You better be as tough as you say you are."