[ Trahearne's eyes are wide, bewildered, but at once blank. The calm he had so delightfully seeped himself in just moments prior feels like a dream. The panic pricks uncomfortably at his throat, and it feels like he can't breathe. Despite all he's been through to find healing, it seems some things will take more time.

His head snaps to Zhongli when he feels the hand on his shoulder. His wide eyes settle on the other's, and it's a moment later that he realizes there is an arm around him. The warmth eases the tension in him. As he relaxes, blinks, concentrates on the other man, he finds his grounding again. He exhales, and eventually relaxes. ]

I'm... I'm all right. I'm sorry.

[ He rights himself and reaches to pat the hand on his shoulder. It's an appreciative gesture, but also one to let Zhongli know he should be good for the moment. ]

I didn't mean to interrupt you. [ With a quick look around, not thinking too hard about the dragons around them, he begins walking forward again. Soon, they'll find this dragon.

He speaks, accompanied by a shaky breath. ] Dvalin. The dragon in Barbatos's care. [ Right. That's where they were. ] He didn't like how you played.

[ As much as he wishes he could get out, their mission is much more important. ]