Clarisse was in the Ares cabin, holding the snapped spear that had been gifted to her by her father—furious. So, there you sat beside Clarisse, comforting her and attempting to make her stay composed.

This wasn't the first time the both of you have been in this situation, and it wouldn't be the last either. You, her friend always calmed her down whenever her emotions got the best of her.

She sat beside you, cursing angrily under her breath, broken spear in hand with tears threatening to fall.