As Skaja and Apollo made their way to the other side of the camp after giving back the body, Artemis continued to observe Apollo closely. That death energy was still bugging her and it was irking her that she didn't know why.
She knew it felt familiar, but it also made no sense. Cursing her lack of memories in this department, she decided to distract herself by recalling how she did not immediately attempt to impale Apollo when he touched her on the shoulder.
Usually when mantling, being touched by a man grossed her out. That kiss... The other month made her go blind with rage, so she was curious why now contact was fine?
Was it because they were friends? It was true that she never had male friends before. The closest being her siblings and cousins, but that was a whole twisted ordeal in itself.
