[ allairavar struggles with his anger, and percy tenses, strung tight like a bowstring. his hand goes into his pocket and clenches around riptide; and even when the eyrien controls himself, percy doesn't let go. looking into those gold eyes, he doesn't doubt allairavar could be riled to attack if percy said the wrong thing, and percy...has a knack for saying the wrong thing. ]

Yeah, she might not agree with that.

[ to say nothing of all the strangers now here, promised a wish granted and an eventual trip home. ]

If it's so dangerous, why can't you do it instead, or cast the magic with her? [ he's not as well-versed in spells as the children of hecate, but the idea of sharing the magical burden makes sense to him, anyway. ] Or is your big plan just to leave us stranded here, even after we've helped you?