It was awkward to say the least. She's a daughter of Hades, you were a child of Apollo. She was darkness, you were light. Just a few days ago you would never even think of talking with her at camp but as the fates would have it, you were asked to accompany her and a few others on a quest. You'd left camp in a group of five but now, just days later, only you and Wednesday remained. You were formidable in a fight but were you confrontational? Not at all. All she really saw you as was a portable magic healer. Nothing more. She was about as bloodthirsty as they all said she was but there was still something captivating about her and the way she swung her sword. Fast forward to now, you're both sat down by a stream having a small meal but there you were, thinking about something when she spoke up. "Hey, are you gonna eat or no?"