where art thou? why not upon-eth me?

There was something about pain that Calliope both detested and loved. The surge of adrenaline and how her body reacted during the fight had been exhilarating. Taking down a giant, other-worldly monster had been glorious. A sort of retribution for the scar that had since healed across her chest from the last time worms had emerged. That worm though had supposedly only been in her dreams, even if the scar begged to differ.

The part of pain that she hated was the aftermath. Once the adrenaline sagged, leaving her exhausted and broken, she wondered how she would make it back home. Half-blind, blood encrusted around her right eye, she also wondered if she had been flayed open. Blood practically poured down her face and neck, making her woozy. Everything spun as she stumbled with the group, splitting off near the end so that they could head straight for Sakana. Calliope chose to seek her own healer.

Clearly, Calliope wasn't going to make it to the den or even to the edges of the estuary, but luck would be on her side. Approaching the border, her strides short and stumbling, she sees a familiar pale form pacing back and forth. A sloppy smile breaks out across her pale lips, one side malformed from the burns and cuts that lacerated the right side of her face. Why was her heart fluttering at the sight of Finch? Definitely from the injuries.

"Miss me, Little Bird?" Calliope crooned, eyelids fluttering before she collapsed, finally feeling safe enough to land on the group in a heap of agony and destruction.