Silvaine Wood
Alright, now there were too many people.
Silvaine had been fine with the girl (whose name she still didn't know) and still semi-comfortable when Noah had shown up (after all they were cabinmates). But as they saying went; three is company, four is a crowd. And Silvaine was feeling very crowded. Quickly she stood up, feeling claustraphobic and uncomfortable, and slipped without another word into the house. Of course, she didn't want to just vanish because that would be very rude, so she got out a few mugs started to make hot chocolate.
'Okay.' she thought, doing a few deep breaths, 'Silvaine, get a grip. They're a group of other campers, demi-gods just like you. There's no reason to push them away just because theres' like ten of them. Okay, three. Still...' As she poured the milk and chocolate into the pan she shook her head. 'No no no, that's not a good thought. Three isn't that many people. And they're all nice enough. Besides, weren't you the one who said this was a rare opportunity and that you'd be stupid to pass it up?'
'Shut up brain,' Silvaine thought irritably, hating the idea of being a hypocrite. So she wouldn't be. Carefully pouring the hot chocolate into each mug she went to the pantry where there were marshmellows and grabbed the bag, dumping a good portion into a bowl and setting it beside the mugs along with a few spoons. She personally didn't care for hot chocolate, but adored mthe marshmellow. Plucking one out of the bowl she popped it into her mouth and smiled at it's sweetness.