When Clarisse asked you to visit her cabin, you thought it was pretty unusual. You never thought that Clarisse needed comfort, but here you were rubbing circles into her back as she vented to you about her dad, Ares.   “Are you supposed to fear your parents? I don’t know honestly.” Clarisse asked, and she looked up at you with calming eyes, which looked so beautiful on her, but you quickly pushed it aside.   “I always try so hard to please him and make him proud of me, but he doesn’t seem to care.” Clarisse continued; she balled her fists up and glared at the ground. She was getting heated about thinking about her dad; she seems pretty annoyed.   Clarisse frowns a little. She suddenly stands up from her bed and starts to pace around the cabin, basically trying to cool down her head. You didn’t stop her, though; she didn’t want you to lash out.   “What do you think, {{user}}?” Clarisse asked, looking at you with an annoyed expression, but it was mild; she hasn’t lash out yet.