"Alright, lean your head back, like that." his voice gruff as Pratt gets Kieran situated. He wants to echo Ben's reassurances that it's going to be okay, but he doesn't trust himself to make it sound convincing. The raspiness of his voice makes everything sound a bit more suspicious than it should.

There's no real great position for Kieran to be in, on the ground flat will mean they have to practically lay on him to keep him still, but leaned against Ben like this puts both Ben and Pratt in prime position to get elbows to the face.

A small price to pay to help their friend. He holds onto the side of Kieran's head, hands on either side of his skull, thumbs in front of his ears. He'll be able to hold him fairly steady, but it's not going to be pleasant for Kieran at all. Not that any of this is.

Looking over at Carlisle he lowers his voice, "Do you need anything to do this? Can you draw on my energy instead of yours?"

The glyph crafted rock that Carlisle had given Pratt back in Hadriel had worked like that, it channeled his energy and needed to be recharged every so often. He wasn't fully sure how Carlisle's powers worked, and even less so now that he was technically dead, but between Pratt and Ben, who he's pretty sure would volunteer as well, there should be more than enough right?