There's another pillow and he presses his grin into that. He's probably the only person in the world who actually smiles when Annabeth Chase starts yelling.

One arm lifts, offering her a thumbs up. There's a corner of his brain that's going crazy, insisting he needs to be up and searching for Leo, finding a way to break him out or at least negotiate for his release. But five years of living the life of a demigod has taught him that rushing in half-dead, unsure about your powers and with nothing resembling a plan only works like, thirty percent of the time. "I asked if you'd found anything," he informs the pillow.