Reyna
The first time he came to camp, he introduced himself.
"Nico di Angelo," He said. "Son of Pluto."
He didn't say much. He was gone the next morning.
The second time he came to camp, Nico asked a question.
"They are children of demigods here? I can't imagine living that long."
She didn't answer him. He was gone before dinner.
The third time he came to camp, he wasn't alone.
"Praetor, I would request that my sister joins the twelfth legion."
She agreed to it. He stayed for two days.
The fourth time he came to camp, he smiled for the first time.
"Bia...Hazel is doing well, isn't she?"
She didn't question it, just answered. He was gone the next day.
The fifth time he came to camp, he was distressed, like he was looking for someone.
"No, I'm fine," He said when she questioned it. "Why?"
She just shook her head. He was gone before she could speak again.
The sixth time he came to camp, he was in a rush.
"Just saying hello."
She didn't say a thing. He was gone after greeting his sister.
The seventh time he came to camp, he was preceded by Percy Jackson.
"She was right." He murmured to himself.
She asked what was wrong. He was gone after war games.
Reyna learned not to question him. She knew her legionaries saw him as harmless, if creepy, but she couldn't help, but feel they were wrong.
That there was something more to the Son of Pluto.
She didn't learn she was right until later.
The eighth time he came to camp, he knew her better.
"My dad's been overloaded since the war. I've been crazy busy."
He was laughing. He stayed a week.