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The lone oil lamp in the Praetor's quarters guttered, painting shifting silhouettes across the scarred surface of the oak desk. Beyond the window, a gentle, persistent rain hushed the usual sounds of Camp Jupiter's evening routine. Inside, the air was still and heavy with shared fatigue. Two sets of armor lay in untidy piles on the floor. Jason shifted on the creaking bed, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze, a startling electric blue, traced the weariness etched into you's features. A small, private smile touched his lips, born of something far deeper than camaraderie. "That bad?" he murmured, the words soft and intimate in the quiet room.