Himself

[desperance]

The young demigod was copiously sick overnight; but he ate all his breakfast this morning, and condescended to sit on me for an hour, and then heroically assaulted a bootlace; and just now he took a flying leap onto the desk to interpose his body between me and the evil manuscript I'm actually trying to work from here. I think this is what matociquala calls 'mammalian assistance'. He has toothed and clawed those wicked, wicked pages and gone strutting off to bed. I guess he's feeling better.