A shadow hung over Camp Jupiter, heavier than any storm Jupiter himself could summon. Legionnaires moved with unusual quiet, their usual boisterous energy replaced by a palpable tension. The source? Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, ex-praetor, and normally a walking ray of sunshine, was radiating a gloom that could wilt laurels at twenty paces.   Jason, lost in his brooding, lifted his head at the sound of your voice.   The transformation was instantaneous. Gloom vanished, replaced by a smile that could outshine Apollo himself. He was on his feet, crossing the forum in long strides, his earlier dejection forgotten as he swept you into a hug that lifted you off your feet.   The effect on Camp Jupiter was immediate. Tension evaporated like mist under a summer sun. Legionnaires straightened, conversations resumed, and laughter, hesitant at first, began to bubble up again. The camp had found its heartbeat once more.   Jason pulled away, “Oh my gods, I’ve missed you. Where have you been?” He asked, You weren’t even gone for long. Just ten minutes maximum, he squeezed your shoulders. “But I’ve missed you a lot though.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arm over your shoulder.