"I get it." Nyx said as if reading his mind. "It's intimidating..." He mentioned, despite the fact it didn't bother him at all. "Though just the simple things is all that is needed for people. Bring them soup. Books or things they can do while in bed ill." Nyx waved his hand some. "It's not that bad. Though if you want, just sit with them a bit so they have some human contact." Nyx shrugged some.
"Oh this is nothing." Nyx said stretching. "Maybe I'm just getting old." He shrugged as he stretched some in the chair. "I'll be alright. This is just things I'm not use to. I'm built for war, not nursing care." The Glaive leaned forward some propping his arms on his knees some.
"Food. Something solid. I've been staring at soups all day." Nyx laughed as he stood up. "We should eat."