Kayla would no doubt be honored to teach him. His half-sister had quite a mouth. And was quite an archer. Gods, he missed his family. Will reached into his backpack, tempted to take a small piece of ambrosia and keep working on Curufin, but he knew better. He didn't want to be in a situation where he got hurt and needed it, and he already had some ambrosia and didn't dare take more. No, Curufin wasn't in danger. There was no need.

"It could be worse. If any demigod uses their powers too much, they get tired. It's like any other skill. Sometimes you need to take a break."

It could have been so much worse. It had been so much worse. He hadn't been stuck on Olympus after treating injured and dying non stop for days, with little to no sleep and running out of mortal and demigod medical supplies. No, as long as he wasn't trapped on Olympus watching it disintegrate while trying to keep the injured from dying, well, he was just a little sleepy.