Curufin would have been very glad to stop by the Apollo cabin! It would be an honor to visit Will's world. Kayla's curses would be a plus, though. Despite Curufin's formal style, with his history it should surprise nobody that he collects swear words in any language he has happened to learn -- and that's at least six languages. He's in fact good at invective, and admires anybody who else who is.

Once Will started to pour his energy into the Elvish body, Curufin fell into a kind of trance. It was like being under a waterfall, except that he could breathe the water. It washed through his lung with great power, and he could feel the tissues responding, the bloodstream responding to the call to purify the wounds. He breathed deeply, drifting off into a place where there was no pain, only healing.

Of course he awakened when Will stopped, and though the pain returned, it was not as deep and cutting as it had been. "Yes. . . I am feeling a little better. I'll just lie here and rest, then, until you're ready to come back."

He had the presence of mind to take a look at Will. "Really takes it out of you, doesn't it?" he said, with concern.