[Gorthan released Agnus' hands, but placed one of his on Agnus' shoulder, squeezing it, again to demonstrate his support. While Gorthan had never been one for much physical contact, it seemed to do wonders for Agnus' odd states of mind.]

First, let's just breathe for a while. I have to do the same, so I'll keep you company.

[His hand lingered on Agnus' shoulder, rubbing it lightly as Gorthan listened intently to Agnus' mind, waiting for it to empty itself, jumbled thoughts disappearing with a final swirl like water down the drain.]

Fortunado is... your Gallade, if I recall correctly? It could take turns with mine.

[He added something in a much lower voice, nearly impossible to hear over the broadcast feed.]

I am fine, Agnus. I can take much worse than this. And you're a good friend.