Apollo wakes early, as usual --it's before he has run into a certain someone on the beach, of course, but he is not usually accustomed to finding unfamiliar faces out here in the woods, so early. The woods are more his sister's domain than his, he always feels some uneasiness in them after his experiences with the grove of Dodona and nymphs that will, for our purposes, go unnamed at the present. But this person seems lost and upset, so he might as well try to help.

"Hello," he calls, warming the air around them just a little to make it more comfortable. "Did you just end up here?"