He met up with James, who was tending to his pegasus.
"Great driving, Maverick," Elijah said sarcastically.
"Well, let's see you fly a living creature in a hurricane. After all, I'm sure it shouldn't be too difficult," James shot back. "Glad you made it," he said after a bit.
"What can I say? Thanatos doesn't seem to want me, today. Think you could ferry me to the base?" he said.
"I don't know. Spirit, here, is pretty tired. You can walk, can't you?"
"Alright. I see how it is. Favouring equine-avian mixes over your fellow demigod."
"Nah. You just look like need the exercise," James said with a smirk, before dodging Elijah's smack.
Elijah sighed. "Fine. But if I die of exhaustion, it's your fault," he said, before walking off to the hotel base.
When he got there, he collapsed his armour, before collapsing, himself, onto a free spot on a couch, and passed out shortly thereafter.
Sorry for the short chapter. It really looked longer on the document, I promise. But we're coming up on the end. 12 down, 3 to go.
~SoA