Ƭнιиκ σғ αℓℓ тнαт ωɛ нαѵɛ вɛɛи тняσʋɢн, Ɯɛ'ℓℓ ƨʋяѵιѵɛ ωнαт ωɛ ɢɛт ιитσ, Ɩ κиσω тнαт ʏσʋ'яɛ тιяɛ∂ σғ тнɛ ωαя αи∂ вℓσσ∂ƨнɛ∂, Ƭɛℓℓ мɛ, ιƨ тнιƨ нσω ωɛ'яɛ ƨʋρρσƨɛ∂ тσ ℓιѵɛ?, ˩σσκ αт нσω ʏσʋ ɢяιρ ʏσʋя ƨωσя∂, ɛиσʋɢн ƨαι∂, Ɯнʏ ƨнσʋℓ∂ ωɛ тακɛ ωнɛи ωɛ cσʋℓ∂ ɢιѵɛ?, Ƴσʋ cαи ƨнσω α ρɛяƨσи тнαт ʏσʋ тяʋƨт тнɛм, Ɯнɛи ʏσʋ ƨтσρ αи∂ ℓσωɛя ʏσʋя ɢʋαя∂, Ħɛяɛ ωɛ нαѵе α cнαиcɛ ғσя ƨσмɛ α∂ʝʋƨтмɛит, Ǥιѵе ιт α тяʏ, ιт'ƨ иσт тнαт нαя∂, Ɩ'м тɛℓℓιиɢ ʏσʋ

You and Clarisse are scouting an island for a quest and, she's been on edge the whole time. It's very on brand for her, but it stressed you out sometimes that she never relaxed.

You two don't really like each other, per say, but you are both entirely evenly matched in fighting skills, though you may have more wits than her. She hates it. She could never understand how a person as bubbly as you could be on her level.

"You should relax a little. We are on an island." You state, looking at her hand. It's gripping the hilt of her sword tightly, almost as if she's expecting danger to come immediately.

"Relaxing gets the wrong people killed," She mutters out harshly.

"Oh, come on. I know your dad is, like, super scary and has made you think that life is all thorns-" "I am not afraid of my father!" "...I never said you were."

She scowls and walks further ahead. "Just stop speaking."