Realistically speaking, it was definitely too soon for pin cushion jokes, but a little light joking was cool. And much appreciated. Though Percy also felt bad that he had actually used Magnus as a punching bag.
"Yeah, they always do," he laughed and walked back toward the water. "Sometimes it gets a bit weird, especially with a school of them. You never know where to direct your answer." Once he reached to about where he thought he had been standing before, a large column of water shot up and deposited Riptide into his sandy and bloody hand. The water lingered over his hand for a moment before Percy pulled it back and noted the gash was closed. The cheek he completely forgot about, but when he saw a little crab he mentally called it over.
"Yes, Lord," it asked in Percy's head. And possibly in Magnus's too, there was no way of knowing for Percy anymore.
"Any news? On Tyson." Not that Percy was particularly hopeful, but it didn't hurt to ask for an update. The crab told Percy what he knew, which was that he hadn't heard anything about Tyson. He scuttled away after a halfhearted thanks from Percy. Returning Riptide to pen form, he put her in his pocket and returned to Magnus. "Jack going to be okay?"