Lucius proceeded to help in any way he could with the campers in cabin eleven, helping to calm the younger kids down and generally be a calming, helpful and dashingly handsome demigod.  He noted the appearance of Flora, a pretty face that he didn't recall seeing before.  He offered her a smile and a wave at one point before he got back to work.  Finally, when everything seemed in order, he made his way back to his own cabin with his siblings and found his bunk... he couldn't -believe- he had to sleep in a damned bunk!  I mean he knew this place was called a camp, but to treat it like a summer camp was embarrassing to say the least.  He was twenty one years old... an adult!  Still, he didn't let on about how he felt as he wanted to learn more about his mother and his own abilities.  He knelt at his bedside a moment and said a prayer in Latin to the holy trinity, grasping his small crucifix as he prayed.  It felt strange to pray to God when he was the son of one of the "heathen" gods of old.  Still, tradition was tradition and he was Catholic.  Once a Catholic, always a Catholic.  He crossed himself and got in bed, shaking his head at the state of their cabin, which looked like a damned pink dollhouse.  Another thing that he was rather ashamed of.  It was like that movie with Reese Witherspoon and her dog.  Legally Blonde, that was it.  He sighed and pulled the covers over himself, trying to get some sleep.