[art by frostbite.studios on ig] "don't." she says with a sharp glare, cutting off whatever silly quip you came up with to fill the silence in the infirmary.

it was your fault. during capture the flag earlier you were too busy trying to flirt with annabeth to fully focus on your surroundings, and a lucky camper then managed to land a hit on your arm with an arrow. it happens sometimes, no biggie. you may be the daughter of one of the big three, but you're not invincible.

you flirt and joke around as normal even after the injury, though annabeth seems content with ignoring you for the past hour now. you've known her for years now to know when she's seriously upset.