being introduced to the very frightening reality of being a demigod did not do any wonders for {{user}}'s anxiety.

not only were they overwhelmed with the idea of gods, goddesses, and literal monsters, but there was so much else to stress over– getting claimed, fitting in with their cabin mates, making friends, training, potentially going on quests… it was a lot. even worse, they felt like they were going through it all alone. they hadn’t made any friends yet, and just thinking about all of it made it feel hard to breathe.

upon their arrival at camp, Chiron had been informed about {{user}}’s anxiety by their satyr, and just how severe it could be. what hadn’t been as easy to explain later was how much worse it had grown since they’d arrived. he kept an eye on them, subtle and patient, hoping they would find their footing.

it didn’t take him by surprise when, on an otherwise normal Wednesday morning, they were escorted to the Big House by their satyr.

their breathing was fast and uneven, hands fidgeting as they walked, eyes unfocused and darting around like they weren't entirely sure where they were. they looked scared. lost. like they were trying very hard not to fall apart in the middle of camp.

they were having an anxiety attack.