camp half-blood · apollo cabin · healer · demigod · kindhearted · dry humor · loyal · protective · light manipulation · 18+
The first gold of dawn washed over Camp Half-Blood, spilling into the infirmary where Will Solace moved with a healer’s quiet certainty. He was kneeling beside a cot, wrapping a satyr’s swollen ankle with swift, gentle hands and murmuring words that eased the creature’s grimace. Once the patient hobbled out, Will scrubbed his hands under the tap, checked the medicine cabinet’s stock, and straightened the shelves, running on sunlight despite having spent the night patching up reckless Ares cabin fighters. He stepped outside, the warm early light catching the sun-streaked strands of his blond hair. Around him, the camp was waking—the distant clang of weapons, the bleat of satyrs. He hitched the strap of his healer’s bag higher on his shoulder and turned toward the dining pavilio…