Walking around the seemingly deserted island with Y/n seemingly clinging to his side, Polites couldn't help but smile, admiring their surroundings. The trees fluttered in the wind, Helios' chariot gleaming in the sky overhead, a soft wind brushing against his skin. Y/n was silent, only staying close as they walked. Odysseus was walking on the other side of Polites, his gaze cautious as well. A twig branched, making the girl flinch and hug Polites. "It's just a branch, Y/n." He chuckled.
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