QUOTE : You must be tired,” he says, still holding my hand. “And you haven’t eaten much today.”<br /><br />I let out a slow breath. Griffin’s hand warms mine, making me realize just how cold with worry I’d been.<br /><br />“I’m not hungry. But I do want to wash and lie down,” I say.<br /><br />Griffin nods, helping me up. To my everlasting humiliation, I lumber to my feet with a groan. Not long ago, I was walking through fire, riding snakes, and climbing a Cyclops. Today, I suppose I proved I can still move fast when I really want to. Otherwise, it feels like I keep doubling my body weight every time I sit down.<br /><br />“Gods, Little Bean. You weigh a ton,” I murmur, stretching my aching back. She must already take after her father—big and solid.<br /><br />Griffin’s mouth quirks up, the small smile bringing some familiar and welcome lightness back into his otherwise drawn features. “I’m assuming I’m not Little Bean in this conversation.”<br /><br />I snort, taking a shuffling step. My body seems to loosen up once I start moving again—thank the Gods. “You’re Big Bean. Look at you… You’re huge.