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Willa and Kylie

willa clayton
daughter of ares

kylie shay
daughter of apollo

• Willa: Willa hadn't been thinking much about where she was going while on her walk. As a matter of fact, she didn't really regain her bearings until she was standing right at the border of Camp Half-Blood. One more step, and she'd be outside the protective barrier. How... poetic. Willa frowns pensively as she looks past the barrier.

• Kylie: She's returning from her exploration of New Athens, stomach full from food sampled from various stores and heart warm from seeing old, familiar faces. As she climbs the hill leading to Camp's entrance, she takes out her phone and shoots a text to her boyfriend. She looks up in time to see Willa standing by the barrier. Had she continued texting while walking, chances are Kylie would have crashed into Willa. As it is though, her steps come to an immediate halt, just a few steps away . "Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going."

• Willa: As distracted as she'd been in her walk, Willa had become more aware of her surroundings - people included - when she realized where she was. That meant seeing Kylie walk in her direction. She'd given her some time to react, watching with a quirked eyebrow, and was just about to step aside when Kylie was some feet away from walking into her. "Yeah, I can tell," Willa quips. "You're fine."

• Kylie: She smiles and nods in thanks, pocketing her phone before she gets tempted to continue her conversation with her boyfriend. She takes the remaining steps into the borders of Camp, her eyes trained on Willa, a curious light in them. "Excuse me for asking, but are you waiting for someone?"

• Willa: Willa was almost certain Kylie would continue her walk back into Camp. She didn't anticipate her stoping nearly in front of her, and because she'd already been zoning out, the close proximity startles her into taking another step backwards. Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "Well that's not at all a suspicious question."

• Kylie: A slightly amused smile passes over her face at Willa's words, and she shrugs nonchalantly. "Nothing wrong with suspicious questions. They usually lead to interesting answers." She does step away from Camp's borders, putting a more comfortable space between Willa and herself. "Really though, are you waiting for someone? It's usually not a good idea to stay so close to the border for a long time."

• Willa: "Or aggrieved campers." Willa's answer is almost a grunt. If she looked a little peeved before, her irritation must be melting her features completely by the time Kylie poses her question. Willa crosses her arms over her chest, mostly so she doesn't do anything impulsive like try and punch the other camper. "I don't see how that's any of your business," she states, matter-of-factly. "I'm not a new camper. I can handle myself, thank you."

• Kylie: She pauses, a little surprised at the hostility. She rubs the back of her neck in discomfort. "Ah sorry, I keep forgetting that everything's a little different now. Sorry, you're probably a seasoned Camper." She shifts her weight from foot to foot, eyes flicking between the border of Camp and Willa. "Well, uh, I'll just go, I guess." She makes a move to leave but her gut tells her to stay for a little while more. "Be careful then."

• Willa: Willa harbors no intention to stop Kylie, still offended by the other's air of senior superiority. But when the ground begins to shake in short intervals, she uncrosses her arms and looks around warily. Now there's distant grunts and loud steps audible at the same time the ground shakes. She unsheathes her sword, drawing it as it occurs to her what's about to happen. "Hey!" Willa calls behind her, not looking but definitely hoping the other girl hasn't strayed too far. "We've got incoming!"

• Kylie: Luckily, she was still near enough to hear Willa's call and turns to look back. When she sees the sword drawn, a frown comes to her face and she quickly strides back up the hill. She hears the telltale sound of monsters as she gets closer to the border. "Not gonna lie, I sort of can't believe these things still happen." She curses her luck and retrieves a small throwing dagger from her boot, ready to summon her other weapons, if needed.

Séphora and Kylie

séphora lovell-guilloux
daughter of hecate

kylie shay
daughter of apollo

• Séphora: It had been a painfully look month. Between being abducted and tortured for information, it had been difficult for Séphora to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Had it not been for some torch-bearing nymphs and demigods that had rescued her at the behest of her mother, she likely wouldn't have survived. They did their best to fix her up, but upon her arrival at Camp Half-Blood, took her to the Infirmary for a final check-over. She still had bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, and many scrapes and bruises on her body, but the nectar and ambrosia had helped tremendously from the state she'd been found in. Her head also hurt, and she was a bit nervous she might have a concussion. Overall, her jittery state was obvious in the way she kept looking around nervously, fiddling with her necklace to keep her hands busy as she waited for a healer.

• Kylie: She steps inside the infirmary, looking for her half-sister Atalanta, whom she suspects is working overtime again. Despite returning only recently to Camp, the moment she steps inside the Infirmary, it's as if her demeanor changes -- her eyes immediately roam the space, checking each occupied bed if campers need help. Perhaps years of being a healer never truly goes away, especially in such a familiar place. Her eyes soon land on Sephora, shock overcoming her at the bruised and battered state of the camper. Seeing no healer attending to her, Kylie strides over, eyes already doing a preliminary check. She puts a calm smile on her facing, experience showing that patients are easier to talk to when the healer is calm and friendly. "Hello there. Has a healer checked on you already?"

• Séphora: Kylie's arrival startles Séphora, who's face slips into a panicked expression before she reminds herself she's fine. She's safe. She's in Camp Half-Blood, with other demigods - good demigods. She exhales shakily and takes another fortifying head. "No, not yet," she denies, shaking her head. "I, um, haven't wanted to bother anyone."

• Kylie: She sees the panic on Sephora's face and her hands twitch, itching to reach out but she reigns in the urge. Judging from the bruises, touching the other girl without permission might not be the best course of action. An understanding and sympathetic smile graces her lips at Sephora's words. "You won't be bothering anyone by asking for help, at least not in this place." Her eyes flicks again to the injuries on the other girl's body, frowning at the extent of them. Bruises and lacerations all over, but no other openly bleeding wound. There could be other internal injuries though. "I used to be a healer here. If you'd like, I can look over your injuries." She smiles reassuringly at Sephora, hoping it's enough to at least get her to trust Kylie to look after her injuries.

• Séphora: Even though there's some hesitation, Séphora's muscles relax just enough that she's clearly a little more at ease. She can't muster a smile in the way the daughter of Apollo is able to, but does nod as she lowers her hands so they're resting over the infirmary bed instead. "Yeah. I don't think it'd be smart if I didn't get checked up," Séphora admits. "I was, uh, kidnapped, but I was too drugged to remember most of the things that happened. Some campers tried healing the wounds they could see, and the ones more pressing, but, uh - they're not experts, so."

• Kylie: She frowns lightly as Sephora briefly recounts what happened. She steps a little closer to the injured demigod. "Are you able to lie down? It's usually easier for patients when they're lying down. Much easier to fall asleep too." She chuckles lightheartedly. She then concentrates on channeling some of her powers to her hands, making a soft golden aura surround them. "May I also touch you? I won't if you don't want me to -- healing is very effective when there's a contact point but we can employ other means." She hovers a little, hands outstretched and ready to assist Sephora once she's given permission.

• Séphora: If Séphora had had it in her, she'd have made a joke or two about the double entendre, but as it is, she barely has the energy to even sit straight. So with some struggle, she lifts her feet over the gurney and leans back until she's resting comfortably flat against the bed. "Um, yeah, sure." There had been some reluctance in her response, but ultimately, she knew it was for the best. "But take it slow? It kind of really hurts," the daughter of Hecate requests, chuckling weakly and then wincing, regret visible in her face.

• Kylie: She nods in understanding. "Alright, just tell me if anything hurts." She gently places one of her hands on the crown of Sephora's head, sending a steady stream of power to help Sephora calm down. She starts humming a soft tune in order to help better channel her powers through Sephora's body. Her other hand starts hovering over the other girl's neck, shoulders, stomach, legs, etc. She frowns a little at the state of Sephora's ribs and the sprained ankle. She lightly places her fingertips to her ribs for a few minutes before moving Sephora's ankle from side to side, realigning it so it'll heal properly. The light soon fades from her hands, but she gives Sephora's head a quick and gentle massage around the temples. It isn't long before she takes off her hands completely, an assuring smile on her face. "You were given nectar and ambrosia, weren't you? Some of the cuts and bruises are already healing. It shouldn't take more than a few days before they're gone completely. I've also sped up the healing for your ankle and ribs. They're the worst of your injuries, apart from high stress levels. Rest and relaxation, plus a regular intake of medicine should do the trick."

• Séphora: Séphora nods upon receiving the instructions; easy enough. She flinches away when Kylie's fingertips touch her ribs, and then frowns apologetically. "Sorry," she mumbles. She tries steeling herself, but until the pain begins to fade while Kylie heals her body, it's a difficult endeavor. When the daughter of Apollo finishes, the relief Séphora feels is palpable. "Thank you." She sighs. A beat later, she nods in response to her question. She chuckles as she notes: "Yeah, they passed me some, but nothing beats Apollo kids doing their hand magic."

• Kylie: She flashes Sephora a bashful smile. "Thank you, we try our best. Ah, excuse me for a moment." She moves to a cabinet near the bed, and retrieves a few cubes of ambrosia, placing it onto a small plate taken from the same cabinet. She returns to Sephora's side, and offers her the plate. "Strictly one cube after every two hours," she prescribes. "I know it tastes heavenly but any more than that might cause more damage than help."

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Kylie and Atalanta

atalanta ayteria
daughter of apollo

kylie shay
daughter of apollo

• Kylie: She had only just gotten back to Camp after several years away, and already the feeling of nostalgia had bombarded her. Idly, she wonders if anyone she knew remained after she herself had left. Standing at the crest of the hill overlooking Camp, she could tell so much has already changed, despite looking the same as it did years ago. She hefts a duffel bag onto one shoulder while the other hand drags behind a medium-sized suitcase. From where she is, she can see her cabin, still blindingly bright as ever. Her feet slow down, hesitant. It's been years and surely her room has been given to someone else by this point. She decides to stop by the kitchens first, opting to fill her stomach with some much needed food before she thinks about such troublesome thoughts.
• Atalanta: It was when Atalanta wanted to be done at the infirmary quickly that the most mishaps happened. First, Europa had brought in her half-brother with the head laceration. Then, two of three campers that had been out on a quest returned in almost critical condition. Between that and dealing with the fallout of Dionysus Cabin's party the night before, what should have been a shift wrapping up at about noon ended up melting well into half past two o'clock. Her exhaustion is visible on her face as she drags herself into her cabin. The temptation to go shower and take a nap is there, but after a moment's consideration, Atalanta ends up heading for the kitchen instead to serve herself a bowl of cereal. When she walks in, her focus is so intensely on food that she doesn't initially register Kylie's presence. She nods at her, acknowledging her, and when she's mid-pour of her milk, does a double-take, as if it's finally dawning on her she doesn't actually know who this is. "...um, hi?"
• Kylie: She was preparing ingredients for a quick self-made milktea when she realized she was being addressed. She looks over at Princess, a small curious smile on her face. "Hello." She nods in acknowledgement. "Uhh, I'm about to make some milktea. Would you like a cup?"
• Atalanta: Atalanta looks down at her half-served bowl, then at Kylie again. She shrugs. "Sure, why not?" In her opinion, the more to consume, the merrier. That, and she'd never had any before and was curious as to how it tasted. To some level, she knows she should likely ask who Kylie is, but she seems kind enough. No need to kick her out just yet. "Do you have everything you need, or do I need to get anything else?"
• Kylie: She takes a quick look at the ingredients she's managed to gather: a carton of milk, a small thermos of warm water and green tea leaves. She looks sheepishly at Princess. "I don't suppose you'd know where the sugar and teapots are, would you? Things seem to have been rearranged since the last time I was here."
• Atalanta: "I think they're..." Atalanta trails off. It occurs to her she isn't sure when she opens the cabinet she thought they were in. She frowns and starts opening neighboring cabinets and drawers until she finds the teapots. At least the sugar was in the pantry, she supposed. "I think someone reorganized it recently. Sorry, I probably should've known that, but you know how hyperactive demigods can be when they're bored, I guess," Atalanta tries reasoning, with an awkward shrug. She places the cups and sugar near her before taking a seat on the stool across the island.
• Kylie: She chuckles in understanding. "I know what you mean. Demigods on a regular day can be a handful, but bored demigods? Menaces to society. Thank you for the help." She takes the ingredients and starts mixing some of them together -- warm water with tea leaves, milk in the teapot. It isn't until she's scooping out some sugar that she realizes something important. "I don't think I introduced myself?" She wipes her hands on a clean rag before extending a hand to Atalanta. "I'm Kylie, nice to meet you!"
• Atalanta: She's a little surprised the girl remembered, considering she seemed to engrossed by the task at hand. Atalanta smiles anyways and takes her hand gingerly, shaking it. "I'm Atalanta. Are you a new Apollo camper, or just here for our food?" Her amusement seeps through her tone and facial expression.
• Kylie: A bright laugh escapes from her lips before she returns to her previous task. "Hm, a little of both, I guess? Sort of? I'm not exactly new but I am here for the food." She flashes a grin at Atalanta before she pours the drink from the teapot into two mugs. She pushes one mug towards Atalanta, together with the sugar. "I wasn't sure how you like your milktea, so feel free to add more sugar if needed." She puts the used ingredients to the side first, before picking up her own mug.
• Atalanta: "So... you're not an Apollo child?" Atalanta asks, her interest piqued with the vague response Kylie gave. She takes the offered cup but lets it sit for a moment while she finishes her bowl of dry cereal. She places it on the sink before returning to take a tentative sip, and - "That... honestly tasted better than I expected. No offense or anything, I'm just not used to all the flavors here in America," Atalanta admits. "In any case, welcome back to Camp Half-Blood... I think?" Her brow furrows. There's a pause, and Atalanta grimaces, a chagrined expression crossing her features. "Sorry. I'm not typically this slow; I just finished a shift at the infirmary and feel like I could drop dead."
• Kylie: She cringes sympathetically at the mention of Infirmary. She remembers her own hectic days as Head Healer there. Looking closer, she does realize Atalanta looked more haggard than an average camper would at this time of the day. "I'm sorry, I'm probably getting in the way of your rest. I know shifts at the Infirmary can be brutal." She picks up her mug and downs her milktea. "You can leave your mug. I'll clean up here. Meanwhile, I'll have to insist that you rest before you become a patient at the Infirmary yourself." Unknowingly, Kylie adapts an authoritative tone. Even after years away from Camp, it seems old habits die hard.
• Atalanta: The authoritative tone makes Atalanta raise an eyebrow, but it works well enough that she feels compelled to at least consider taking a shower and taking a quick nap. "I - um, I was going to..." she trails off, and then clears her throat. "I appreciate it, but I'm fine right now. You aren't disturbing me or anything. I might take a quick break, but I have more things to do today. Being Head Counselor isn't an easy job, sadly."
• Kylie: Hearing that Atalanta is the current Head Counselor, she turns even more sympathetic. She resist to urge to reach out a hand and pat Atalanta's hand, unsure of how the gesture would be taken. Instead, she simply sits down across from Atalanta, refilling both of their mugs. "Tell me about it. Aside from more shifts at the Infirmary, is the amount of paperwork still as ridiculous as I remember it to be?" She mimes a tower of papers. Even years after her own time as Counselor, the cramps from too much paperwork continue to haunt her.
• Atalanta: By that point, it kind of dawns on Atalanta that Kylie wasn't just her half-sister, but one of the Head Counselors that had come before her. The realization makes her sit a little straighter, as if a little threatened. "Still pretty bad, yeah." Atalanta winces. "It's gotten worse since New Athens was erected. The hospital wants copies of everyone's files as they start registering patients there for primary care."
• Kylie: She cringes even more than she ever thought possible. "Copies of files? I'm guessing people are still copying the files by hand?" At this point, she really does reach over and pats Atalanta's hand. The look of sympathy even more pronounced now. "I never thought I'd say this, but I am so glad I'm not in your position right now." Her expression morphs into an apologetic one. "Also, sorry, new camper-slash-returnee problem, but could you tell me more about New Athens? It wasn't established yet when I was here."
• Atalanta: "Not quite. We've gone digital, thankfully, but it does still have its issues given how inaccessible technology is without Olympian protection. Monsters and all," Atalanta explains, "But New Athens is essentially a city like New Rome in Camp Jupiter. Hospital, houses, stores, parks - it's its own little world. We moved ahead and built it with the blessing of the gods after the battle against the Champions of Othrys brought the Nearby Town down." She pauses for a moment, regarding her with some interest. "How long has it been since you were last around, if you don't mind me asking?"
• Kylie: She ponders on the question, mentally counting the years since she was gone. "Give or take, around 5 years. Which is apparently long enough for Camp to go digital and for a town to be razed to the ground." A sad expression comes upon her face as she remembers various outings at the Town. She mentally shakes the grief away before retuning her focus to the conversation at hand. "So, New Athens is basically a city for us demigods? Do Camp's protective borders extend to it?"
• Atalanta: "Not quite. Camp's borders are still its own. While New Athens is nearby, it isn't close enough to have the same protective barrier. That said, it did receive the same blessing by the gods." Atalanta mulls over Kylie's response for a moment, a little in shock by the response. That was... a long time ago, bearing in mind what they were. "What brought you back to Camp?"
• Kylie: She hums contemplatively, trying to wrap her head around the idea of a new Town, blessed by the gods. She startles a little at Atalanta's question, having been a little too immersed in her thoughts. "Honestly?" She looks a little sheepish. "The world pandemic brought me back. My boyfriend and I -- he's a son of Pandia--, we thought it'd be safer to move back here first. Sitting at home felt like a call to monsters to eat us."
• Atalanta: Truth be told, she hadn't even known there was a pandemic going on. Upon discovering as much, she frowns, a jolt of worry hitting her when she thinks about her family. Will this be affecting Olympene, too? "Is it really that bad?" There's a pause, and then she nods again. "Camp Half-Blood is a lot safer nonetheless."
• Kylie: She frowns, trying to remember whatever she heard about the pandemic. "Death tolls are rising, worldwide, last I heard. Self-isolation is the key to prevention though. Camp should be fine, since we have less chances of actually coming into contact with the disease. Also maybe having godly food and medicine also helps?" A worried sigh escapes her lips. "Hopefully, this will be over soon."
• Atalanta: Maybe I should pray to dad, see if he needs any help, Atalanta considers, still frowning. She'd be little help compared to a god, but if she could alleviate some of the pressure, she may as well at least offer. "That's... odd. I wonder if everything's alright up in Olympus."
• Kylie: She frowns thoughtfully, trying to imagine how gods would react to a mortal pandemic. She winces a little, wondering if their dad is overrun. Then again, knowing gods, he could just as likely be lazing around somewhere. "I hope everything is calm. I'd be very glad if at least Olympus is the same as ever." She meets Atalanta's eyes over her mug of milktea. "Speaking of Olympus, would it be alright to ask if anything significant has happened? Aside from New Athens being established, I mean."
• Atalanta: "It's difficult to envision any chaos up there, but with everything going on... all I hope is they don't let it get too badly." Regarding the question, Atalanta sups her drink while she mulls it over. Nothing urgent seems to come to mind. "There was the battle, but I don't think I can think of anything else? We took a big hit, but held our own well enough. We now have children of Hera as well, but that's as far as the drama goes. Sorry, I'm sure you were expecting a bit more, but it seems even demigods can have boring lives." Atalanta quips, chuckling.
• Kylie: She nods a little worriedly at the mention of a battle but settles down soon enough. She laughs not long later, waving the apology away. "No worries, no worries! Also wow, did I hear right? Children of Hera? As in wife of Zeus, Hera? I'm a little surprised no smiting happened." This piece of information was a little hard to digest. She tries to just swallow the information anyway to avoid a headache.
• Atalanta: "Yes, wife of Zeus. It surprised me, too, but apparently she has just as many as he does running amok. Her cabin has a few, and rumor has it there's another few that moved into New Athens recently. Themis' Cabin has really been quite the hub of gossip for who goes in and out," Atalanta tells her half-sister, chuckling at the surprised tone. "It's a lot to get used to, I'm sure, but it'll get easier. And if you need anything, well - I'd be more than happy to be of help," She adds shortly afterwards, with a kind smile.
• Kylie: "It's nice to see Themis' Cabin is still the same gossipmongers as before." She laughs brightly. Looks like some things never change, no matter how much time has passed. In fact, she hasn't been back long, but she already feels a connection to her half-sibling. "Thank you for the offer! It really means a lot to me." She smiles a little sheepishly. "I might also take you up on that offer soon. Who knows what an oldie like me will need help with."
• Atalanta: "I wouldn't say oldie. Just... from the middle ages, you know?" Atalanta quips, joining in on Kylie's laughter. "But yeah, it's no problem! It'll be a welcomed change having a, well, dare I say nice sister around."
• Kylie: She laughs her heart out at Atalanta's joke. It really felt nice, laughing with a sibling who didn't know her, yet still treated her nicely. She raises an eyebrow at Atalanta's words though. "Wait, are our other sisters -- excuse my language -- bitches?" She makes a face, knowing how badly she reacts to being treated poorly. She remembers several people from her time at Camp, and her expression sours even further.
• Atalanta: "I can go days without seeing them, if not outright weeks; they aren't very social. One of them though, a newer girl named Adela, I'd steer clear if I could," Atalanta admits. She's never been much of a gossip, but given how horrible Adela is, she's willing to make the exception. "Absolute nightmare, and I'm not even exaggerating."
• Kylie: The thought of anti-social half-siblings feels a little foreign to her, especially since most of the half-siblings she knew from before were outright sunshine personified. She nods seriously, filing the name away. "Stay away from Adela. Got it." She pauses before an important detail comes to mind. "Could you describe her to me?"
• Atalanta: "She's about 5'7, dark brown hair, latina complexion. It's hard to miss her. If the looks don't give it away, the sneers and snide comments will." Around then, Atalanta finishes her mug, so she stands up to clean it along with the rest of the dirty dishes. She picks up the rag and the dishwashing liquid, passing it under the water briefly before she starts wiping things down. "It'll be a surprise if you run into the rest of the girls, but other than that, I mean - the guys are pretty decent."
• Kylie: She nods, trying to imagine Adela through the description. "Seems recognizable enough." She follows Atalanta's lead, putting back the ingredients in their proper storage places. Her remaining mug of milktea sits on the counter. "Aside from Adela, anyone else I need to absolutely stay away from?" As she's putting the milk back, she catches a glimpse of her luggage, abandoned at the entrance to the kitchen. "Also, weird question, but I don't suppose you'd know if my old room is still free?"
• Atalanta: "It might be. Do you remember which one it was?" She rinses the plates thoroughly before wiping them down, getting rid of any grime leaning on the heavier side. "I try to assign every other room for new campers. We're one of the more populous cabins, so it's a bit tough, but I try to at least give an extra sense of privacy, if it makes sense?" As she finishes cleaning out the dishes, she places them on the rack over the sink. "As for your other question, no, not that I can think of."
• Kylie: After putting back all the ingredients, she grabs a spare rag and runs it under the tap for warm water. Once it's soaked, she moves to wipe down the counter they drank at. "Hmm, if I remember right, my room used to be the third door on the left. It had beige walls, a picture window facing, blue curtains and a shelf above the writing desk, if that helps." She finishes her milktea soon after, bringing both the mug and the rag to the sink, intending to wash them herself, so as not to bother her half-sister any longer. "Also, fingers crossed that I'll be able to meet some of our nicer half-siblings soon."
• Atalanta: "I don't think so, but names are on display over the door. If it's taken, you should be able to find out without disturbing anyone." When Atalanta is done, she dries her hands out with a paper towel before disposing of it. "Yeah, fingers crossed! I hope you enjoy your time back, too. It's always nice to meet more of my siblings from before my time."
• Kylie: "Got it! I'll just choose the next empty room, if my old one isn't available anymore." As soon as Atalanta finishes with the sink, she takes over. She cleans both mug ang rag with an efficiency that speaks of years of practice. "When you put it like that, I seriously sound like I'm ancient. I'm barely twenty-two you know," she jokes. A bright smile naturally forms on her face. She dries her hands before moving to take up her luggage again. "Go take a break now, Atalanta. You definitely deserve it. I'll see you around soon?"
• Atalanta: "And I'm eighteen. I'm a baby compared to you, grandma," Atalanta teases, grinning in good nature. When she finishes speaking, she nods. "For sure. And thanks for the milktea, by the way! It tasted amazing."
• Kylie: Such a cheeky brat, she thinks fondly. She hefts her duffel bag back onto her shoulder and grabs hold of her suitcase. "It's my pleasure. If you ever want some more, feel free to come to me! I'd be glad to brew you another cup."
• Atalanta: Atalanta nods again as she pushes herself away from the sink. "If you need any help, my room is the last to the right. I'm going to take a shower and probably nap, but after that - all yours as needed." As she passes by Kylie, she pats her on the back. "I'll see you around, γιαγιά!"