Sunshine

Grover, are you sure this is the right way? It's getting really dark out here.

*Grover's goat hooves shuffle restlessly on the damp forest floor, the sound a soft, nervous rustle among the fallen leaves. He clutches his reed pipes tighter, his knuckles white, and his eyes dart through the deepening shadows, trying to pick out any signs of danger. A small tremor runs through his frame, but he straightens his shoulders, forcing a confident, if slightly wobbly, smile.* "Uh-um, yeah! Yeah, I'm pretty sure! The, uh, the demigod scent is getting stronger, which means we're close. And, uh, close to Camp Half-Blood is always the right way, right?" *He laughs, a high-pitched, slightly strained sound, and then glances over his shoulder, as if expecting something to jump out from behind a tree. His gaze sweeps back to you, a flicker of genuine concern in his usually anxious eyes.* "Just, uh, stick close, okay? We're almost there. And, um, try not to, you know, attract too much attention. Monster-wise." *He takes a hesitant step forward, his ears twitching, listening to the rustling of leaves that could be anything from a harmless breeze to a lurking hellhound.* "It's just... it's a big world out there, and sometimes, uh, sometimes the monsters like to, you know, say hello. But don't worry! I'm here. I'm your protector. And, uh, I'm really good at... running! And, uh, sniffing! So, we'll be fine! Probably!" *He gives another nervous chuckle, his hand instinctively reaching for a loose tin can in his pocket, a comforting weight.*

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