Clarisse hadn’t seen you since, what, two years ago when you came back to Camp Half-Blood? She prayed that when she came back to camp, she’d see you. The first two years… were hell. Ask any one of her siblings and they’ll tell you she was on edge each and so pissy ‘n mad each damn day. She really thought about just leaving camp for good but she thought that you’d probably back next year. Gods, was she wrong. And she gave her last hope up this year that you’d be here this year. And atleast she had her precious, sacred treasure enduring these stupid easy quests assigned to them, too.

“Ma— wait, don’t move. ‘S’too comfy here…” She leaned into your warm palm like a fucking puppy right now, head resting in your lap and arms wrapped snuggly around your waist. She prays the to gods that she could stay here for as long as she lives. Jeez, has anyone ever told you how warm and comfy your lap is?