His aura wasn't as hidden anymore. She could sense him easily, which right now felt like an attack. Briareos stepped forward, bristled like a cat. She was on the defensive no matter how calm her voice.
At first he said nothing because there was a pound in his chest. His heart was moving at the pace of a jackhammer, but his instinct to flee had been slowly disappearing.
Even if Poseidon had come at him he would break his arms first in a fight before he ran. At most he would die and not coke back. Briareos felt stronger yes, but his life had always been just a black hole.
"I took a walk." She was carved in his mind since he'd woken up. "You can put the knife down." He didn't see it, but it was the easiest thing she could slip out to slice him with without a lot of noise.