"It's not a siren." Ansgar looked down at the half eaten strawberry. "My brother was 8 when he started looking after Rik when he was injured. He used to sleep like that next to Rik when he was sick."

It would have been nice if it was something as fun as a siren song but Ansgar didn't go into the reasons or the whys. It was enough that Mikkel cared for the sick.

"Mikkel cares for people. He won't want anything to happen to Dee." Ansgar trusted his brother. He might be a brat, rebellious, annoying, but he cared. It was amazing to Ansgar that after everything his baby brother still had that sweet heart inside even if he had a fortress around it sometimes.