Haku had lived through the night, but he looked to be in bad shape. Thick bandages wrapped around his throat and shoulders; an iv line in his arm; and a few bruises stood out against pale, pale skin.

When Artemis took his hand though, fingers flexed and he squeezed gently, opening his eyes, and a corner of his mouth twitched up.

"Morning." His voice was soft and a bit raspy.