J.R. lets Tony rant, indignation flashing across her features when he says she didn’t have a weapon. “I didn’t have the right weapon,” she mutters. She sighs at Artemis’s outburst. “I swear that girl’s going to kill us all.” She grins at Reagan’s input about the children of Hermes, taking a mental note to talk to her half sibling about their powers and abilities. She wonders about the cash stashes and safe houses. Was it possible she took advantage of them without realizing? She approaches Reagan with quiet feet. She taps their shoulder, just enough movement to get their attention. “Hey. Find me later. We need to talk,” she murmurs so only they can hear.
Ivy waits for Tony to calm down, frowning when he mentions her. She didn’t have a plan, unless you call helping others a plan. She has no clue what her powers could be, all she knows is that she can heal. Hell, her mind is still reeling from the fact that her mother is a goddess. She listens to the more experienced demigods, wondering what would feed such a large group.
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