"Just make sure Annabeth's safe, if you're listening." You said softly, her voice wavering as she watched the flames dance weakly. "If you were ever listening."

You let out a shaky breath, pouring a glass of water over the flame. The dull pain in her head of an oncoming migraine bled through somewhat as she rest her forehead on her legs.

She did not know whether she was breathing too much or too little, for hours or for seconds but eventually the silence which only echoed the overwhelming fear that was possessing her, broke.

"Princess?" A voice called out and if you weren't so preoccupied in forcing calmness, she would've noticed the matching anxiety in their voice. "Sweet girl?

When Luke's eyes fell on the crumpled ball in the corner of the cabin that was his beloved girlfriend, his heart nearly shattered. He had known her for far too long to not know immediately how deep into a panic attack she was. Children of Aphrodite always felt things to a far greater extent than another person on this earth and Dahlia always got it bad.

"Hey, sweet girl." He cooed softly, immediately at her side and crouched beside her. "Can I get you off of the floor."

Luke heard nothing but her rapid breaths as she curled further into herself.

"Darling, can I touch you? Is that okay?" He said, receiving a careful nod that he knew well as he moved to pull her into his arms. She scrambled to his warmth as he held her atop his lap and close to his chest. "You're okay, it's all gonna be okay. It's just a panic attack."

He rocked back and forth slowly, pressing gentle kisses to her hairline as she hid in his chest. He had known something was wrong when she hadn't appeared for swim and beach time with the Nereids who she was a known favourite of. They had begged him (calling him 'the little boyfriend' the entire time) to find her but no one had found Luke until after his own scheduled activity.

He cursed himself at the idea that she had been here for hours.

He would stay here for however long she needed him to.