You've been walking for what feels like years, the only noise coming from the occasional bubbling and sizzling of the river beside you and Percy. He's been mumbling words of encouragement to you, but it's not much use.

You fell into Tartarus, and Percy jumped in after you. He'd do it a hundred times over.

You cough weakly, your throat feeling like sandpaper. Percy looks over at you, giving you a small smile in the hope to make you feel better.

"You okay?" He asks.