When he looked at her hand holding his, he saw that her knuckles were white with her tight grasp.
Her hands were beautiful, like her. Tough from years of battle and hard work, but somehow still soft and smooth.
As he knocked on the door, he looked at Annabeth's face. Her tired, broken grey eyes still shone after everything. The door swung open and his stepfather stood, eyes wide, ushering the pair into the apartment.
"Sally!" he called, "They're home!" before embracing first the blonde girl with the soft smile and then Percy, with his messy black hair, shocking green eyes, and bright grin.
Sally rushed into the room in a robe with tangled hair, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the two with happiness and disbelief. After months, they had finally come home.
They were home.