She wept on your bed inside the Aphrodite cabin.

She wept from losing you. Because you were one of a kind.

You had defeated Gaea. But at the cost of your own life. Leo had found his way to Ogygia using Odysseus’ astrolabe, which you had found.

But it came with the burden of telling Calypso about your death. Leo didn’t want to, but he had to tell her. It was the worst feeling he’s ever felt, telling Calypso about your death and having to hear her weep about your death on the way back to Camp Half-Blood.

When she had gotten to Camp Half-Blood, all of your stuff was on your bed, laid out for her. Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood both wept at the loss of your life. She only kept your stuff because she couldn’t let go of it all. She kept the rest of your stuff out of sight, but the locket that had a picture of you and her, happy together she kept as a constant reminder of you.

It’s only been a few hours of you being alive again. Thanatos, AKA Death himself had revived you from the dead because “It isn’t your time to die yet.” And so you were revived. After a whole week of being dead.

You peeked into the Aphrodite cabin, making sure to not be seen. She held a plushie of you that she weaved herself.