How terrible a burden it must be, he thinks, holding the creatures in his arms just a little tighter. A proxy, mayhap, for his desire to comfort the other.

"...'Tis alright. In whatever time or place you feel comfortable, I shall listen to as much as you are willing to tell."

As more and more creatures emerge, he takes a deep breathe, grounding himself to the present.

"...Shall we be off? We are expected, are we not?"