"Oh, right…" Aesir sighed, looking down at Nich's legs, "Are all the landmines out of there now, or are some still left undetonated?"
They pushed a strand of hair our of their face and gently went to trace one of the scars on their cheek, suddenly conscious of their own reminders of brushes with death.
Castor smiled back halfheartedly.
"Yeah, I guess so," he said, "I'm not used to being looked after, so it feels weird to ask all that of you."
He bit his lip.
"As for the insomnia, it's that and… and I have nightmares when I am actually able to sleep. Aesir got frustrated when I stayed up practically all night- though I'm not sure how they knew that. Either way, it's a little touchy. I don't really- I don't know how to bring it up most of the time."