Ooc: I'm baaaaaaaack.
Bic:
Annabeth met his eyes and stared at them. "It's nothing; I'm fine," she repeated, her voice strong. She turned and faced Rose again and frowned. "No, Rose...you look like you just got beat to a pulp..."
Cory sat up, hearing voices. He pulled off his cover and stood in his tent. He yawned and walked out to the group.