You had been terrified of thunderstorms for as long as you could remember. The booming roar of thunder and the sharp crack of lightning always sent your heart racing in fear.

Seeking refuge in Zeus’ Cabin with Thalia had become second nature to you, a routine born from that deep-seated fear. Over time, Thalia had grown accustomed to your late-night visits.

Now, as your head rested against her chest, her fingers gently combed through your damp hair, leaving her pajamas slightly wet. The soft blankets draped over the both of you provided some comfort, though your grip on them tightened with every thunderclap. Each time, Thalia would murmur a quiet, soothing "Shh," her voice steady as she tried to calm you.