Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.<br />"You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."<br />"You are <i>not</i> going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?"<br />"You would've done the same for me."<br />It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.