"It could, if you're not careful." Erato looked down at her mug, her mouth twisting to one side. He was so naïve of his feelings and his trauma, it was kind of endearing. "You know how I cannot sleep without a night light, and how I cannot work right now? I know where my limits are. I don't want to make myself scared." She looked at Asterion then, sad eyes watching him. "Is that how you feel, do you think? Scared?"