Coraline reached out to touch his hands before nodding at his little tentative look. It was strange to know what that meant, what that intimate little look meant. She wrapped her arms around him loosely and pressed her face against his chest. She let out a little hurt sob, before she buried her face tighter against his shirt and tightened her grip on him a little more.

He didn't smell like blood and death, he smelled like home and warmth and Percy. He smelled alive.