"He's a son of Hebe, he'll heal well, assuming someone else finishes attaching his leg. I got taken before I could finish the surgery." Will shrugged, but it wasn't a non-nonchalant attitude, more an acceptance. Training was necessary. Or else they'd all die. And they didn't believe in training with wooden child weapons.

"But he probably should work on his dodging." Honestly, how did Chiron not assign him classes to help with that? Maybe since no one could understand a word he said, with him always talking in Portuguese. "I'd love the help. My skills are more toward healing, but I'd love to get better with weaponry." It was hard always having to rely more on others to defend you. But, no one was good at everything. He understood that.

"What kind of soldiers do you train? What kind of weapons?"