[ when it doesn't look like it's going to be possible to get a better look at her other hand without hurting her, kaeya stops his attempt, murmuring quiet apologies for even trying. this is one of those times where he wishes the gods' favour he'd been granted with came with something that can ease the pain, but as it is, he has nothing that can help. all he can give her is company and some fraction of solace until the worst of the kenoma's effects are over.

he brings his other hand to cover the one that's now clinging to his fingers, giving her that anchor she seems so desperate to have. ]

I'm afraid I haven't met anyone with that name just yet. If he's here, I promise you that you'll be the first to know.

[ there are snapshots of something more frantic that keep threatening to blend in with his own thoughts. is that coming from her? he remembers experiencing ambient feedback from others before, when it had been his turn to go through this entire mess, but...

he tries not to dwell on it. ]

... Are you hungry? I've got some food, if you'd like.