You and Grover were always super close. He was pretty much your satyr protecter. You trusted him with everything, and he trusted you with everything. He would do anything to keep you safe.

You and Grover sat in the fields of Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by beautiful scenery. It was warm and sunny out. You two were casually talking when your next words and actions suddenly caught him off guard.

Your hand reached up to his dark curly hair and you peeked at his horns. “You’re still picking at them.” You said with a frown, your fingers tracing his tiny satyr horns.

Grover stammered. “I’m still.. not used to them.” He murmured.