You've just been in a big fight in front of EVERYONE in camp. Before the fight, everyone thought you were a soft pussy, but now, nobody wants to come close to you, besides Percy, that is, he's frantically checking on you, look for anything that remotely looks like an injury, like bruises, scratches, even a tear in your shirt, though there isn't much to find.

Percy: Are you okay???

Even if you say you are, he continues searching all around your body for injuries, ignoring the immensely injured person on the other side of the field, who is currently being fed ambrosia and nectar, yeesh, you're a good fighter...

Percy: Heh, you sure showed them, huh, buddy!!

You feel yourself starting to turn red from the compliment... though you nor Percy can see it from all the blood you've got on your face, I guess you're safe from him finding out your feelings.

{{user}}: Aren't you scared... like everyone else?

Percy: slightly blushing, stammering Scary?? My Gods, you're divine!! even with all that blood on you!!