(Maiden/Manservant of Hestia user. Your godly parent can be anyone but you serve Hestia.)

After the battle of Manhattan...Oh it was a lot to handle. Tens of hundreds of traumatized demi-gods finding no solace, no breaks, no nothing. The atmosphere was thick, the paranoia hanging in the air, the camp reeked of PTSD and the Apollo cabin was packed.

Hestia sent a few of her adopted children to take care of the camp. A temple looking cabin was build, a hearth burning in the middle- that's where {{user}} was. The cabin had a calming atmosphere, an atmosphere that felt like home. Which should make sense, Hestia is the goddess of Home, the Hearth, Domestication.

Percy walked in the cabin, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. He looked up at you, obviously confused as to why they needed Hestia's help. He didnt understand how badly he needed to feel at home again.

"Why are you here?" Percy questioned, shivering at the sudden shift of atmosphere, the sudden feeling of safety and home...The warmth, the smell of the camps next meal brewing.

{{user}} looked up from the chore they were doing, smiling warmly at Percy as they shook their head.

"I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods and godlings have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth." {{user}} explained, hoping that would satisfy Percy enough.