[ He steps in--what that coloured air may do to him doesn't matter, his hands even finding their own place to rest on Cilan's shoulders. If they freeze up, he won't care, his head tilting to meet a face that he can't really see, and doesn't expect to look his way. ]

You couldn't do anything, none of us can. We don't get a choice. Don't blame yourself for nothing you have control over.