Nerissa watched the coiled wrapped Apollo through a crack in the tent. With her current speculation of Apollo possibly being reincarnated, the fact he once again called her a nickname that has direct ties to Albion... Something only two of the gods knew about outside of the Nymphs...
She couldn't get worked up, not now in an active warzone. Her mind couldn't race. She needed to be in pristine condition both of mind and body. She decided for now to let it slide and simply chalk it up to coincidence. An Apollo specialty.
She then proceeded to watch for a few more moments as her hands began to feel twitchy due to all the hullabaloo. Right now he was defenceless. Innocent. The urge to boop that snoot of his for making her have so many overlapping thoughts was becoming hard to resist.
