[ Leo does not trust the way Percy's looking at them, but thank the gods he's leaving. A glance at the other campers - they were still eyeing him warily, like they expected him to spontaneously combust again - tells him that it's not a bad idea. Except there is no way he's heading back toward the dance.
Looking at Natalie, he points in a random direction... away from the pavilion. ]
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Looking at Natalie, he points in a random direction... away from the pavilion. ]
We should... probably go, too.