THE LOW MAKES THE HIGH FEEL BETTER;;

[Ares]

As long as breath comes from my mouth
I may yet stand the slightest chance.

Ares knew she needed help. She knew she needed help the moment she started acting differently around the sword. But she was a child, stupid and selfish. She thought that, by going to the Glades, away from the scene of the crime, she would have help, she would get better. But her outburst proved that she hadn't gotten any help. She thought she was getting better and now she was essentially at square one again. Ares was ready to admit that.

She had no objection to having her wounds checked - she had patched them up mainly by herself so they were subpar but as good as she could get them without Winterhymns help. While she and Els were in the room, Ana had been in there, showing her drawings and listening when Ares ranted slightly. It was nice, but she knew a discussion had to happen. When Ana was ushered out, Ares tried to sit up a bit straighter. 'I think it's best we all talked.' Nothing could've been more true. Ares nodded. "Yeah.."

— Reggan