For her part, Daphne didn't even know she'd done anything. She hadn't acted strange then normal. She'd taken a few more trips into nature, because she felt like she was suffocating. Too many people, too many expectations. She missed the days where she could be out in nature and no one would think twice of it. Now mortals expected her to be a part of their society.
So every now and then she disappeared. Apollo didn't exactly enter her mind. He left her alone, and she was happy with that. It got too confusing otherwise. She could be friends over the box, treat him as kindly as she was able but all in all he barely hit her radar.
Perhaps she should have known better. Her cabin was lit, showing she was awake, or at least home. Daphne didn't notice any visitors, but a familiar feeling was coursing through her veins. She wouldn't ignore it again. With a frown she glanced out her window, but nothing was there. She shrugged and looked back to her reports, thinking nothing of it. Maybe the feeling was wrong?
But it hadn't been last time. but she did remember Apollo saying something about hunting, and she had mentioned the bucks. She'd be nice enough and set out some wine for him. She never did approach him out of free will but when he was around she always acted nice enough. She was trying.