[Mikleo's quiet for a moment, looking around to make absolutely sure that they aren't going to be attacked. Then, he puts his hands on Sorey's shoulders and pushes down.]
Sit.
[Once his friend sits down, he'll be right there next to him. He sits closely, hoping that their proximity will help to anchor Sorey. Mikleo holds his hands out, concentrating intensely on crafting a makeshift mug out of ice and filling it with water. It's not the best container for water, but it's all he's got. The seraph gives it to Sorey.]
None of this is your fault, so don't you dare apologize.
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Sit.
[Once his friend sits down, he'll be right there next to him. He sits closely, hoping that their proximity will help to anchor Sorey. Mikleo holds his hands out, concentrating intensely on crafting a makeshift mug out of ice and filling it with water. It's not the best container for water, but it's all he's got. The seraph gives it to Sorey.]
None of this is your fault, so don't you dare apologize.