Percy closes his eyes, not bothering to stifle a yawn. He moves closer when she does, only just barely avoiding smacking his head into hers.

"That's...comforting," he mumbles. There's just something about her being here with him like this that is relaxing. Maybe because not being able to even remember her, let alone be with her, had been such a stressful experience. He's been on the turtle for like a month, and he's still worried she'll be taken away.

His breathing evens out. If Annabeth says anything, he doesn't hear it, lost to sleep.