Dante Clearwater - Trying to get better.<br/><br/>Dante grimaced and took a seat. As a woman approached him and spoke, "What is the problem?" Dante looked to the girl and grabbed his shoulder, "I hurt my arm pretty bad. I need some help." He groaned a little as his hand touched his wound. The woman began to sing, and took a seat beside Dante. His eyes widened and he jumped up. "What the fuck?!" He stared at the lady who continued to sing, and moments after the realization Dante was incredibly embarrassed. He didn't even speak, he just sat back down. He listened to the woman sing, and though it was only for the healing, it was some what enchanting. A daughter of Apollo really could make everything better.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Dante walked slowly out of the tent, and looked around for Flora. "You're still here?" He looked down at Flora as she laid in the grass. "I thought you'd be off doing something. You didn't need to wait for me." He was being a total dick to her because he broke protocol just for her.<br/><br/>"My arms better." He said as he stretched his arms and felt no pain. Walking out in to the sun, and basking in it after being in that dark tent. He hated it, and Flora was the victim of it. "Did you at least find anything out?" He asked a bit frustrated with himself really.