That definitely piqued Heather's interest, and she shifted once again so that she was sitting closer to him, able to look down into his face more easily. The headache was still there, but it wasn't like she could curl up and fall asleep just then, so it didn't really matter how she was positioned. The Advil would start to work it's magic soon enough anyway, she hoped.
"What did he tell you about it?" she asked, reaching out to push his hair off of his forehead. It only fell back into place all over again, but she still went on with the repetitive motion to soothe him. No, she didn't exactly know what it was like for her father to tell her what hell had been like, but she knew it was hard for him.