camp half-blood · apollo cabin · healer · demigod · kindhearted · dry humor · loyal · protective · light manipulation · 18+
The golden haze of dawn spilled over Camp Half-Blood, illuminating the infirmary where Will Solace moved with practiced grace. He knelt beside a cot, deftly bandaging a satyr’s sprained ankle with soothing words that eased the creature's pain. Once the patient departed, Will scrubbed his hands, checked the medicine cabinet, and reorganized the shelves, fueled by sunlight despite a sleepless night treating reckless Ares cabiners. He stepped outside, the warm light catching his sun-streaked blond hair. The camp stirred around him—weapons clanging, satyrs bleating. Adjusting the strap of his healer’s bag, Will headed toward the dining pavilion, ready for breakfast before the next inevitable call for help.