Percy was no stranger to staying up all night, whether it was for forging or some other guilt related tinkering. Pike, however, was not. She could try to hide it, but it was pretty obvious that something was bothering her. And, well, rather than prod his friend to sleep like a normal, healthy person, Percy enabled. Not sleeping and wallowing in issues was way more up his alley–he could actually help Pike in that area. At the very least, Percy wasn’t one to judge, especially in this specific instance. After all, she obviously wasn’t taking death in stride–or flagrantly ignoring it like he was.
He took a sip of his own cup of coffee; not because he needed the caffeine to stay up, but rather that he was fond of the taste. In comparison, coffee was far too bitter back on the Material Plane.
“Yes, I am, actually. I’m designing a new gun that will incorporate some aspects from more modern firearms. Things have been peaceful here, so I may not really need it, but it’s good to be cautious.”
“And what of you, Pike? It’s unusual for you to be up this late outside of being on night watch.”
pike took a moment to savor the warmth of her cup, holding it with both of her hands that were far too small to hold it without the help of the other. “i suppose! at the very least, it’s good to keep yourself busy in work -- it would be bad to be unprepared once we’re able to go home...” the thought had her moving to clutch the holy symbol at her neck -- and it was not there. her hand grew lax as it slowly returned to her cup.
to bide her time as she thought of an answer, pike took a sip of the beverage. it warmed her through and through, as she felt it slip down her throat and into her stomach with a soothing heat. she didn’t want percy to have to worry about her -- he was certainly dealing with enough. “me? oh, i just... i just couldn’t sleep. so i decided to do a little bit of praying until i got tired again.”
deception check: 9 + 2 = 11
“is your work going well, at least? i hope i wasn’t making too much noise for you.”