Permafrost Hollows i am a man of many hats

His words didn't seem to help. Alarian felt horrible, then; nausea rose up in him, accompanying the spreading ache in his chest and throat. He swallowed hard, eyes hot and prickling as he watched Ulf's distress. What could he say here? What could he do to make this better? Not knowing what else to do, he tentatively crept closer. If Ulf didn't shy away or stop him, he'd duck his head so it was below the wolfdog's and nose lightly under his chin. He whined softly, and allowed a brief stretch of silence before he spoke again.
Ulf, please don't be upset, The words were pleading, almost a whisper. You didn't do anything wrong, I'm just— I'm just an idiot.