A few days later, Hercules approached Jason's bed in the dorm. The prince was staring forlornly out the window. Hercules grinned. "Hey Jace. My mom sent you some soup."

Hercules placed the tray he'd been carrying down on the bed next to Jason. Jason looked over and took in a deep breath appreciatively. "Smells great. Alcemene is the best." He looked at Hercules seriously. "I have a lot of people to thank."

Iolus who had followed Hercules with a basket of bread, bounced onto the end of Jason's bed and made himself comfortable. "You sure do." He cleared his throat theatrically. "Thank you, Iolus..." he prompted in a sing-song voice. Jason straightened his legs off and shoved Iolus off the end of the bed.

Herucles laughed as Iolus made a show of being injured, then asked, "How are you feeling?"

Jason replied, "Well after spending almost a week in bed, I'm bored out of my mind."

Iolus, having made himself comfortable again said, "Detrion says that's a good sign. You'll be up and around in no time."

Jason looked grimly out the window again. "In time to deal with Tracius." Herc and Iolus exchanged glances. "Why don't we get you on your feet first... we can deal with him some other time." Hercules suggested.

"I know you're right... but I know he's out there. I won't let him have Corinth." Hercules grinned. Now this was the Jason he had come to know.

"Well until you can stand up on your own, there's not much you can do. My mother sent orders for you to eat all this soup. And there's a whole pot of it left in the kitchen."

"A pot of Alcemene's soup? In the kitchen?" Iolus jumped up, pelting Hercules and Jason with bread in his rush to get moving. Jason ducked, then gathered up the bread that had fallen on the bed. "He's got his priorities hasn't he?" Jason laughed.

"We're just glad to have you back, Jason."

"Glad to be back, thanks to you." Jason reached out and grasped Hercules' arm in thanks. Then settled down to giving his soup some serious attention.