[Onni doesn't know where he's taking Lalli, he just knows that he needs to get him away from this place, and Lalli is letting him. Onni carefully takes hold of Lalli's shoulders again, guides him away from the monster that's still feeding its hallucinogenic spores into the air around them, his breath hitching a little.
But having Lalli allow him to take over, to lead him away from the source of all this, gives him something to focus on other than the enormity of his grief. Slowly, he chokes back the tears, he gets himself under control, he steadies his breathing. Lalli is small and too skinny and feels impossibly fragile under Onni's hands right now, and the surge of furious protectiveness is enough to chase the last of his own loss of self-control away. By the time he gets them into the hallway and is looking for somewhere safe where they can deal with this, he's breathing normally, his eyes are clear, the only trace of his tears is the leftover dampness on his cheeks, his hands aren't shaking.
Once they've gotten far enough away to be safe from the spores, Onni stops and his right hand from Lalli's shoulder, carefully squeezes at the other, trying to offer whatever grounding or comfort he can.]
Take your time. I'll be here when you're ready.
[His voice is no longer choked with tears, just steady and even-toned, words chosen carefully.]
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But having Lalli allow him to take over, to lead him away from the source of all this, gives him something to focus on other than the enormity of his grief. Slowly, he chokes back the tears, he gets himself under control, he steadies his breathing. Lalli is small and too skinny and feels impossibly fragile under Onni's hands right now, and the surge of furious protectiveness is enough to chase the last of his own loss of self-control away. By the time he gets them into the hallway and is looking for somewhere safe where they can deal with this, he's breathing normally, his eyes are clear, the only trace of his tears is the leftover dampness on his cheeks, his hands aren't shaking.
Once they've gotten far enough away to be safe from the spores, Onni stops and his right hand from Lalli's shoulder, carefully squeezes at the other, trying to offer whatever grounding or comfort he can.]
Take your time. I'll be here when you're ready.
[His voice is no longer choked with tears, just steady and even-toned, words chosen carefully.]