Thunder Dome one of many hiccups

Mallaidh is ready to tip her head back and call for their other companion, watching for any new signs of distress. Being on the other side of a panic attack is new to her; you’d think she’d be able to just do what she’d want but what was that, exactly? So far, finding the magical trick hasn’t exactly happened and so she sits there, waiting for instruction.
 
When Varinril begins speaking, she relaxes her head back down and eagerly listens. So, no Saarthal. Not yet, anyway.
 
The other girl goes silent, but it doesn’t leave her sobbing words any less emotional. She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t exactly understand the weight of her words, and in response simply leans forward and offers a few gentle licks to the side of her muzzle in the meantime.