Percy was really regretting this quest thing. He was on some train, unstable, and dirty. But all of you were. Grover, Annabeth, Percy, and you.

"Thanks..." Percy's voice was barely above a whisper as his eyes were half lidded.

Everyone else was asleep besides you and Percy, so why not pass the time by helping him with his curls?

Your fingers gently tugged the knots out of his hair as he started dozing off, his hair recoiling back into its coily shape when you let go.

Yes, he was still dirty, but at least his hair was... sort of presentable now, thanks to you.