[ she frowns, sympathetically. there's a lot here annabeth can't even begin to imagine going through, and she's not sure she wants to try. she has plenty of her own shit to keep sorting through. but she can still feel for claire and the apparent chaos of time travel. ]

So the time traveling rock is picky. [ her tone is disdainful in a way meant to try and inject levity. she can see the way talking about it affects claire, and she doesn't really know if now's the time to offer a hug. she's better at figuring that out with people she knows well - and even though part of her still feels she does know claire, it's different. annabeth is working on it. ]

You don't have to talk about anything to me you don't want to. [ she hesitates a moment, but reaches out to give claire's arm a squeeze. ]

Twenty years? Was it the same time for him too? Or did you end up where you left off? [ she pauses. ] Was it - was that your daughter you mentioned before then?