[Archery and medicine; hey maybe Lev is a long lost son of Apollo. Once he's settled and Lev gets to work, a few slight twitches are the extent of Nico's reaction to any of it. Clearly, they're both too accustomed to this sort of thing. Nico idly picks dead grass out of the ground blade by blade with his other hand to distract himself until it's done, appreciating the other boy's quiet lack of fretting.
He misses Will a lot, but he doesn't miss the worried scolding about every scratch larger than a paper-cut that he got.]
Thanks. [He gingerly glances to the bandage over his shoulder, trying not to pull the skin apart by twisting too far to look at it. He definitely could not have done that effectively on his own.] You have a... [Nico gestures towards the place on his own face where the streak of blood is on Lev's, then finally asks what he's been curious about for awhile now:] Who were you praying to?
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He misses Will a lot, but he doesn't miss the worried scolding about every scratch larger than a paper-cut that he got.]
Thanks. [He gingerly glances to the bandage over his shoulder, trying not to pull the skin apart by twisting too far to look at it. He definitely could not have done that effectively on his own.] You have a... [Nico gestures towards the place on his own face where the streak of blood is on Lev's, then finally asks what he's been curious about for awhile now:] Who were you praying to?