Being a satyr, Grover always felt at home in nature and for once: at peace. However, whenever he walked outside there was always garbage scattered around the grass and stuck on tree branches. It always broke his heart when he saw this. The fact that he couldn't even see all the glittering stars in the night sky due to pollution hurt his fragile soul. However, today was different when he visited the woods today.

You were there.

You had volunteered to help him clean up the forest and pick up trash that littered and covered the ground. Grover was a little surprised by the fact you actually wanted to help. Usually people would just walk past all the mess; but he didn't complain. If anything, your small act and gesture warmed his heart.

The two of you were near the meadow, picking up some plastic bags and containers before Grover spoke up.

"You know, uh, thanks for actually helping." He spoke up, genuinely grateful for your participation and help for cleaning the forest with him.