[Screaming. He could really do without screaming. But he did his own fair share just a few hours ago, so if he'd bothered anyone in this room with it, then he guess he shouldn't really complain. It's more of the fact that it's a young boy who's freaking out that reaches out to his nearly dead emotions. He pulls himself together and heads over, the metal wings behind him scrapping the ground with the tips. His own throat is still recovering from his near constant screaming, so when he speaks, his voice is strained and soft. But he does try his best to be comforting and to smile for the kids:]

S-son. S'al...alright. Stay calm. What did she do to ya?