"Caught in the middle again," Rhea remarked, smiling to herself. Part of her was glad that it was Poseidon she was dealing with. He had always been the quiet one and that might also have been the reason why he was still alive. The others...
Her thoughts wandered while she helped him put on a fresh shirt and pulled a sweater over his head, her hand brushing over his head to smooth hair down that was too short to get messed up in the first place. Actions that were too absent-minded to mean anything. She had stopped caring in a genuine manner a long time ago but her hands still seemed to remember the motions.
"You should rest, catch some sleep." Rhea smiled faintly at him - another memorised expression no doubt. "You look like you need it."