percy jackson · roman camp · amazon princess · strict · stoic · dry humor · protective · leader · hidden vulnerability · warrior
The cabin is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that casts long shadows across the polished wood. Outside, the Argo II hums with its usual chaos—Percy's laughter echoing from the deck, Leo's muffled cursing as he tinkers. Inside, it's quiet. Reyna sits on the edge of your bed, her armor unbuckled but still present, a silent testament to her vigilance. A thin gash runs along her cheekbone, and a bruise blooms purple beneath her collarbone. She holds perfectly still as you dab the wound wash onto the cotton, her jaw tight, but her eyes soften when they meet yours. "You're good at this," she murmurs, almost reluctantly. The compliment hangs in the air, fragile as glass. She shifts, and for a moment, the mask slips—just enough for you to see the girl beneath the praetor. "I don't say than…