"Well, you might be able to overpower him, but yeah, it's basically glued tight."

And with a nod, Annabeth calls for Mrs. O'Leary (with whatever method it takes, just roll with it); it's only a few minutes before the dog bounds into sight, skidding to a halt a few feet from Annabeth, tongue wagging and tail waving. The hellhound headbutts her, and if she were any less prepared, the force of it might have knocked her over. "We need a ride back to Keeliai, think you can handle that?"

Mrs. O'Leary barks an affirmation, and Annabeth actually breaks into a very small smile. Too anxious to get away from Sinbrilee right now, she immediately starts scrambling up, hauling herself onto the dog's back with relative practiced ease. Then she remembers Vanessa and leans over the side, holding out her hand. "Do you need a hand up? There's a couple spots on her leg that make good foot holds."