[ His reaction upon seeing how her hands shake is immediate. He reaches for her with both of his hands, wrapping them around hers and the bowl she holds as well. His grip is firm but still gentle, as is the look in his eyes as he surveys her, his beloved. All he wishes is to do what he can to make her well again, to assist her along that path, but a part of him wonders if he is even equipped to do such a thing.

Still, nothing else matters to him except for seeing her whole and happy once more, and he intends to put in every effort to doing just that. ]

You saved the First, you and your sister. It- Perhaps I ought not to speak about its future, but knowing what the two of you are capable of, I am certain that the people who call the First home will recover and thrive thanks to your efforts.

Now it is your turn to rest, recover, and heal.

[ He is not privy to the thoughts that turn in her mind, but it does not take a genius to see how shaken she is and scarred by what happened to her on the First.

He feels as though any words of comfort he could give might sound woefully trite, regardless of his convictions behind them, and so he opts for a different tactic. ]

Whatever it is that continues to hurt you, you do not have to shoulder alone. I am right here, Lantaa. [ He moves his hands from where he wrapped them around hers and wraps his arms around her smaller frame, pulling her in and holding her close. ]