[ Percy responds in kind, his kiss to answer hers, his hands wrapped around her waist and settled there: relieved and giddy and whole and grateful.

They could probably continue making out right here in the middle of the stables, near his fail-bucket still full of water he couldn't move unless he physically went over and kicked it, and in front of the most judgmental horses he'd ever met (and pegasi can be real jerks if you agitate them), but Percy can feel their judgey eyes boring holes into the back of his head even without having to hear their exact thoughts.

A moment later and he reluctantly pulls back just enough to catch his breath and offer a suggestion. ]

I'm pretty sure the horses behind us are giving the stinkiest stink-eyes right now. They'll be telling the cows about how they saw us making out, and while I can't speak cow, I can't help but think they're probably pretty well connected.

[ He's only joking. Well. Half-joking. ]

What do you say we get outta here? I think I'm gonna have to wait until my powers are back before I come here again and offer massive apologies anyway.