She hates herself for it, but there's a moment of hesitation before she drops to the floor and reaches her hand out to take his.

They haven't even seen it yet, and already Tartarus is treating them both awfully. She's still annoyed and she's still angry and she's still on the verge of sobbing and she still needs to know what Hera told him, but she needs Percy, too. Her hand closes around his, and maybe her eyes leak a little bit, but it's still better than letting it simmer deep and ignored.

She wishes she could have said something else. Tell him everything will be fine. But she's not feeling so sure of that at the moment, and she can't, doesn't want to lie.