The children. The mention was suddenly a sledgehammer against Nyx's temple - she remembered, and yet the thought of rescue seemed so far away. She could only recall vague bits of fury and the way her blood boiled in her veins when she learned of how the situation - and how she ached for her own children as well. But they were gone. Not here.

"We should," she agreed, slender fingers curling around Percy's sleeve. Titania was quite tempting, whereas Nyx would simply yank him to his doom. But then again, perhaps not too fast - it might unsettle him, and they needed each other to be alert and focused.

Difficult to do when trapped in some sort of illusion that felt all too real, but they would endure.

"Which means the candy is off-limits." And so was the sangria, unfortunately. "However, I'm fairly certain the missing children are not here."