Sitting down was probably good advice, so I sat down. But I gave Coraline a bit of a dubious look at her "that's not you Percy" comment. She hadn't seen me when Annabeth had been made to literally hoist the world on her shoulders. She hadn't seen me when Valkyrie gave herself to the zombie horde in order to try and save us.

"I'm... okay, I guess," I muttered. Really, I was not. "I just hate the thought that somebody tried to hurt you." I looked up at her and gave her a small smile. "I'm glad you're okay, though. Mostly. Right?"