[Sighing, Guzma removes his soaked hoodie, wrings it out (as best he can, anyway), and drapes the damp article of clothing around the kid's shoulders. It's massive on them, and won't exactly provide anything they can use to dry off - soaked as it is - but that's not why the child is shaking like that, he can assume. Oh no, the reeling feeling of being cast out into a sea of fire and jerked back to reality is...jarring.
His first time was a lot like this. Guzma found himself loathing himself for a good day or so after his first experience inside that forest - he actually attacked someone, after all - so looking at this child, he can relate. And hopefully, now they know to be careful in there - to go it alone, and get out as soon as they've gotten what they need.]
Keep that a while, and breathe slowly...in and out. You following me there, kid? [He squats close by, hands leaning on his bent knees as he snaps his fingers in front of Chip's face, to try and get his attention. The last thing he needs in a child going into some sort of shock or something. Mother of Mew, he wouldn't know jack all how to react to that.]
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His first time was a lot like this. Guzma found himself loathing himself for a good day or so after his first experience inside that forest - he actually attacked someone, after all - so looking at this child, he can relate. And hopefully, now they know to be careful in there - to go it alone, and get out as soon as they've gotten what they need.]
Keep that a while, and breathe slowly...in and out. You following me there, kid? [He squats close by, hands leaning on his bent knees as he snaps his fingers in front of Chip's face, to try and get his attention. The last thing he needs in a child going into some sort of shock or something. Mother of Mew, he wouldn't know jack all how to react to that.]