“Accidents— well, or lack thereof here since nothing much actually happened— occur occasionally. No need to be sorry.” Hannah shrugged, her smile dropping in the slightest. Oh, it was still there, but a rather uncomfortable awkwardness had settled over, such that it now looked more of a grimace. The smile of relief had not been that hard to miss, and it hurt the brunette. Just a little. Everywhere she walked, the campers put up a cautious front, as if afraid the Hunters would suddenly draw their weapons and kill. No. They killed animals and beasts, not demigods. Besides the fact, she always felt self-conscious when someone else was directly judging her looks in their mind. Something of a female pride, really, the need to be pretty and impress other girls. It’s been considerably reduced since joining Artemis, but it was still there, especially in Camp Half-Blood.
Questions. Rest assured as many as you have in your head, dear, for Hannah is always willing to answer truthfully as long as you actually voice them out. Mind-reading is, luckily or unluckily, not part of a Hunter’s powers.
Hannah’s hand came up to shake Lacy’s hand, a brief, welcoming shake before it dropped back down. “Hannah Mason. Daughter of Aphrodite, I assume?”