"Oh, great, I stink- wait, you are not putting a leech on me. I don't care if you find one. I will beat you both to a pulp if you get one anywhere near me." Venus claps her hands over her arms and shudders. For the first time in the Arena so far, she looks actually scared. And irate - she bites down the urge to ask if he's going to go out and bring her a fainting couch, too.

She hates bugs and creepy-crawlies beyond any sort of rational reason and she can't even explain why.

Leaning back, she settles her head in, breathing through her mouth because of the clots of blood clogging her nose. She reaches over and gives Courfeyrac's hand a squeeze before thanking him for his foresight. "Wait, was he a little blond boy? I think he was-"

She stops.

"Nevermind. I'm thinking of someone else."