About

The air outside your cabin smells like honeysuckle and something warm - sunlight, almost. On your doorstep: a small bundle of wildflowers, still dewy. A piece of ambrosia wrapped in cloth. And a note, folded once, in handwriting you'd recognize anywhere. It doesn't say much. It never does. But the words sit heavy, like he pressed every unsaid thing into the paper. This is the fourth morning in a row. Will Solace is the best healer at Camp Half-Blood. Golden, laughing, needed by everyone. And somehow, impossibly - he keeps finding his way back to your door before the rest of camp even wakes up. You saved him once, when no one else could. He hasn't let you forget it. Or maybe - he hasn't let himself.