When Nyx learned that Day had gone with his father to his secret house: he didn't know which foot to dance on. Anger ran through him for a moment before Day contacted him, assuring him that he was in good health. And even that, his intrusive thoughts had ceased. It was this last piece of information that reassured him completely, but still. He couldn't help but worry, to a lesser extent. When he went to ask Minndt if it was something normal to have these kinds of feelings of constant worry despite Day's messages, he laughed.
"Hey, there it is! Stop making fun of me!" annoyed the flaming god, patting his foot.
"But Nyx, that's normal! You love him. The other way around wouldn't be normal."
"Hmm?"
"You love your little omega so much. But Day is fine, you don't have to worry. Try not to think about it too much, do something to occupy your mind."
"No matter how much I cook, I think about it."
"Do something else. Like for example…"
