Thankfully, she rushed towards him at enough of a starting distance that he had time to brace for the impact of her body crashing into his. His arms came around her instinctively, both to catch her and simply to hold on to her. Emotions welled up in him in quick succession--joy to hear her voice and see her face, relief to have to company of someone from home so close, dread and trepidation that it meant she too was now trapped on this bloody island. And, amid all of it, a frighteningly powerful wave of longing. Hers had been the last voice he'd heard before he'd woken up here, the voice that had reached lovingly through the shadowy divide between life and death, beckoning him back towards the light.

"Are you all right?" Percy kept his hands on her shoulders and eased back, squinting down at her with only moonlight and distance flickering fire to light her face. "How long have you been here?"