Temperance fought the urge to be sarcastic, seeing as he had genuinely taken care of her for... however long. "Mmhm." She hummed instead, rubbing at her eyes and trying to think through her headache. Instead, the thought struck her that she probably looked like the equivalent of a drowned seagull at the moment, and her embarrassment and flush deepened. She took her hair slowly put of the ponytail it had been in, untangling a few knots with her fingers and using her other hand to feel the fresh wound on her head. "Is there a bathroom somewhere?" She asked sluggishly, purposefully avoiding looking at his face or eyes.

Zephyr sighed a little and cut off his comments, shutting his mouth. He hoped she had forgotten all the events of the past night. He only regretted saying everything a little. DEFINITELY regretted saying he thought she was pretty, though. If she somehow remembered that one he'd never live it down. He stood and wandered to the other side of the room absent-mindedly, fiddling with something. "Somewh-" He cut himself short and tried to remember she probably had a killer migraine and wouldn't appreciate sarcastic comments. "To the right." He answered, gesturing out the door and down the short hall, with only one door on the right.

Temperance nodded slowly at his comment, offering him a brief, grateful smile as she stood. She held to the edge of the chair he had been sitting in, taking a breath before she made her way across the room and out the door, eventually to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and winced, dragging a hand down the dirt on her face. She set to work making herself look presentable as quickly as possible, but it was hard with a headache and the achy feeling through her body.

Zephyr watched her leave before letting his shoulders sag slightly. He was exhausted and in pain himself. He had confirmed at least three of his ribs were broken. He had some nasty wounds, but the worst was on his chest from the big cat like thing. It's claws must've been jagged. He decided to take this time to treat something. He walked out into the tiny kitchen area and grabbed a first aid kid, peeling the sticky blood soaked shirt away from his skin and staring at his chest for a moment. Black and blue with deep jagged wounds across it, it looked horrible. He wiped a cloth across it with a wince, then disinfected it the best he could, gritting his teeth with pain. Zephyr washed off the stuff the best he could, his eyes dark.

Temperance brushed her hair out and let it fall against her back, then washed her face and her wound, using a bit of medicinal alcohol to sterilize the wound as well. It stung, but safe was better than sorry. After, she slumped against the bathroom sink, clutching at her head and trying to rub the splitting pain off. Thinking hurt. Looking at things hurt. Lots and lots of things hurt. But she had no choice if she wanted to stay alive. She mulled over her vague memories of the night before, and recovered only enough to know she had made an absolute fool of herself over him. She let out a soft groan and then straightened, glaring at herself in the mirror. After, she walked back to the living room to root through her bag.

Zephyr shivered slightly, the Cold ocean air breezing across his bare skin. The cabin was horribly insulated, and he swore there were holes everywhere. He grabbed his leather jacket and put it back on, zipping it up around to the middle of his chest. It was quite uncomfortable, since it was supposed to be used with fabric underneath. Plus the jacket was torn and ripped. He sighed and searched through a closet looking thing, finding a t shirt that was probably 4 times too small but he didn't care. He pulled it on and ditched the jacket with a sad look. Thankfully the t shirt was black. He then ran a hand through his dusty hair and gazed outside. As Temperence came back he turned. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked quietly, not adding on another question that he wanted to ask

Temperance peeked up from her bag as he entered, tilting her head at his choice of outfit. He looked like the shirt he had on was just about strangling him- but of course, he still looked as lovely as ever. Maybe more so. She blinked and pulled her brain back to where it was supposed to be. "A bit. Are you?" She asked softly, pulling out a small plastic bag of something that looked like peanut brittle, minus the peanuts. She straightened and sat on the bed, offering him the spot beside her and opening the bag quietly. She took a piece out and ate a small piece as she watched him, with the sense that he wanted to say more, but refrained. She wanted to know what it was, but she doubted he would say even if she asked.

Zephyr winced a little and wished for his leather jacket, badly. He wanted it about right now the most. Stupid thing looked like godzilla ate it, though. His eyes flicked and wandered everywhere, and he was giving off a slightly nervously anxious vibe. "Good. I'm fine." He answered, again refraining from speaking more, except about two things now. She needed her rest, so he wasn't going to mention leaving. He declined the offer for the spot, instead pacing to the other side of the room and staring out the window. +protect her. At all costs. No matter what happens her life is 10 times more important than mine. She may have been delirious but no one wants to die, if you don't include me at times. I have to keep her safe+ he thought to himself as he gazed at the ocean. Zeus PROBABLY wouldn't kill her- only him- so Posideon was the real danger.

Temperance watched him skeptically as he moved, tilting her head. She stayed silent, nibbling at the ambrosia in her hand for a moment. Once the sharpness of her headache faded slightly, she moved to stand at his side and look out the window. She offered him her piece of ambrosia, lifting it to his chest level. "Eat some. It'll help." She commented, waiting to see if he would accept it.

Zephyr dropped his head slightly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. It hurt, really REALLY bad to breathe that deeply. He winced and put a hand on his chest, opening his eyes and trying not to grit his teeth. He felt like crap. As Temperence walked over he stiffened just slightly, but it had seemed she wasn't in the mood to try and murder him with comments. At her words he glanced down, hesitating for a moment before accepting the food. "Thanks." He mumbled quietly, just glad she was back to her normal self.