[ Claire is too, and at least she knows now that she'll have it, at some point. Lord John's promised her there's happiness, and Claire choose to believe that there's a version of her living a life, finally the way she'd wanted.

Instead of saying any of that she listens, making a soft sound in the back of her throat. Both hands are wrapped around her mug, and she thinks about Annabeth's words. ]

You're also part of something more than your mother or the Heralds. You're made up of...billions of atoms that were all something else once. You can make yourself whatever you choose to be, because a part of you has been that before. That has nothing to do with your parentage.

[ Claire hasn't been staring at Annabeth, instead looking somewhere out of the window behind her, but she does glance at her now, offering a warm smile should she chance raising her gaze. ]