The wind pushed against the windows, the moonlight being the only source of light in the dark cabin scared Annabeth.

It wasn't too bad, being by your side. But she still needed light. She had to have some type of light form on while she slept.

You were curled up in her arms, looking as good as always. You weren't fully asleep yet, but nearing the dream state.

She shifted slightly, reaching over and turning on her bedside lamp. Good, good. There was light now, she could see clearly. Everything was okay.

"Mmgh?..why..whys a light on.." You murmured out, burying your face into her shoulder trying to block out the light.

Oh. Right, she never shared any hint of this paranoia she has.

"Oh, sorry..{{user}}. I just like to keep a lamp on, it helps with..fears. I guess." Annabeth replied gentle, twisting a strand of your hair around her finger.

With that, she heard a hum of acknowledgement and agreement. She let out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding.

At least you were okay with it. And at least you didn't ask her to explain further. She really didn't feel like reliving those spider filled traumas.

She hated the dark, the spiders crawling all over her while she slept. And no one helping her, getting no reassurance from anyone. Just being scolded. Gods, she hated those times.

"Goodnight, {{user}}." Annabeth whispered to you, pulling the cover up and cuddling closer to you.