[ There's nothing to be embarrassed over as far as Claire's concerned, but she knows a seventeen-year-old may feel differently. There is no judgment from Claire at the very least, and she simply offers a safe place to pull herself together. Firmly, but soothingly, a hand rests between Annabeth's shoulder blades as she holds her, eyes closing.
Her heart aches for her children in the moment, but her focus is on the family in front of her, the one who needs her, even if only a little. Whatever she can do, Claire will. ]
You're alright.
[ She speaks the words quietly, and whether she means Annabeth has nothing to worry about in regards to her emotions, or how she handles the fake memories, or something else entirely, it's open to interpretation. Whatever Annabeth needs the words to mean, they're meant for comfort. ]
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Her heart aches for her children in the moment, but her focus is on the family in front of her, the one who needs her, even if only a little. Whatever she can do, Claire will. ]
You're alright.
[ She speaks the words quietly, and whether she means Annabeth has nothing to worry about in regards to her emotions, or how she handles the fake memories, or something else entirely, it's open to interpretation. Whatever Annabeth needs the words to mean, they're meant for comfort. ]