@dayofgrayson
Grayson was kind of a sore spot for Ali right now, and not just because of the fresh burns on his hands. On one hand Ali wanted to check up on the demi-god and make sure he was alright, on the other he did kinda stab the guy a little. Sure it was out of necessity and all that, but that probably didn’t make it any less painful or traumatizing. Ali could speak from experience about that now – having fellow champers attack you was a lot worse than random monsters attacking you.
With all that in mind he’d sort been avoiding going near the Herma cabin. He was going to make sure Grayson was okay… at some point. Ali just figured he should give the guy some time to recover first, and let the whole thing blow over a little. Grayson was probably fine anyway, and if he wasn’t he probably had siblings and friends that could help more than the guy that stabbed him.
Ali grew less sure of that assumption when he overheard Soliel talking about her brother. Her concern was obvious enough in her tone, but straining to hear what she was saying made it all the more clear Grayson wasn’t doing nearly as well as Ali had hoped. Maybe she was just being overly concerned, being she was his sister after all. Considering everything else, Ali doubted that. But the only way to be sure was to check on Grayson himself, which meant sucking it up and heading over to the Herma cabin.
Sighing, Ali pushed away his nerves and forced himself toward the Herma cabin. Once he was at the cabin door he reminded himself he’d had to stab Grayson and hopefully that meant the demi-god wouldn’t hate him for it. Not at all reassured, Ali genteelly knocked on the cabin door.
“Hey, Grayson, you in there?” He called, managing to sound a lot calmer than he felt. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”