[It's a lengthy moment but she takes his hands. His head wings perk up a little and he takes a slow breath. For this to work he also has to be calm. Sunday centers himself and closes his eyes and holds her hands firmly in his own.

He unfurls his wings at his waist to enclose them into secure space. Darker but they are only feathers so they won't deafen the voices around them. The one wing is not in particularly good shape with feathers jaggedly cut where one might expect flight feathers. It's only as notable as it is with the other wing being fine save for everything being in needing of some preening.]

Listen to my voice. Feel a sense of calm wash over you.

[Words aren't helpful here. Things one would normally say. That they're safe. All is well. And good... None of that's even slightly true and they both know that. And he doesn't want to recite the scripture of THEM to her. He can't see that being helpful to her at present either. So when words fail there is song. Robin taught him that.]

I'm going to communicate with you telepathically. Listen. Breath in deeply. Exhale slowly.

[With his halo he can talk to her through it. But without one of her own he can't hear back. That's just how it is. But this is enough. Telepathically he allows a melody to transmit to her. It sounds better since it's his telepathic version of a song rather than his own voice. The song he gives is one of Robin's. One he knows with all his heart. And he can recite the melody bar by bar. All while emitting a calming aura directly to her.

Things are not okay. But here. Right now in this moment she is okay. Enclosed in dark feathers, holding his hands... They are safe. ]