[Nico makes way to the stairs, and starts up them slowly. More slowly than probably looks normal, but feels almost like his knees might crack.]

I, uh, just went to sleep. [He frowns, mentally casting back to the night before and not finding anything interesting to mention.] I didn't have any dreams, [which is weird enough] but when I woke up, I was in that bedroom. [He gestures towards a door to their left once they make it up to the landing. This time he has trouble even bending his wrist, so he's stuck pointing at it like he's got barbie hands. His skin is starting to look weird too, like strangely flawless and somehow even more pale than usual, so he drops his hand immediately to his side to not draw attention to it. He's really, really trying not to think about that.]

I didn't even do anything to piss the gods off yesterday! [Frustration mounts in his voice like he might start shouting at the heavens again, and he knows he's complaining and he knows Percy doesn't have any more answers than he does, but he's really not okay with fact that it was a lot harder to get up the stairs than it had been to get down them, and that he's got another flight ahead. And those dolls seated in the kitchen... It feels like he's being punished for something but no one has come out to brag about it and tell him why he deserves it, which is how it usually goes. The gods like taking credit for the awful things they do to each other's kids. He stops at the bottom of the next set stairs, looking up to the third floor and attic, breathing hard.] Why are we even here? I don't understand. What do they want?