[ It's the frown and short horns Annabeth remembers the most. She's about to prompt him - she figures it makes sense when he doesn't recognise her straight away - when he finally remembers who she is. ] That's right. I'm Annabeth.
Oh, these? [ The drawings rustle as she attempts to rearrange them in her arms. ]
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Oh, these? [ The drawings rustle as she attempts to rearrange them in her arms. ]
Floorplans for houses around the bubble.