Artemis realized with a certain amount of disappointment that there was virtually no way that he could get his usual clothes on without lifting his arm. He was starting to miss his suit, to be honest. Watching it hang in his closet going unworn was like watching his old self sit in the closet and glare at him. Which was a disturbing throwback to the day he spent as Sean, staring at himself.

"Tonight I was hoping we would be able to go over the wall and attempt to rid myself of some of this magic," Artemis said, getting his sword with his good arm. Though how he was going to use it was another question entirely. "While I'm still refreshed from last night's silence."