Blackfeather Woods I'm starting to notice a sound

Zephyr seemed to relax a bit, but it didn't make Taikon feel all that much better about anything. His friend, and he was a friend regardless of whatever bullshit had passed between them, had gone from wild snarling to being curled up to being slightly more relaxed. He was a disaster. Then, he spoke in the foreign tongue again, and once more Taikon failed to glean much from the words. He switched to the Common tongue they shared. He spoke of being captive. Taikon's mind reeled.
Once, Aphrodite had divulged what Donovan had done to her. He remembered not knowing how to respond to it apart from offering his presence. This though, this was different.
He thought of Cella, and her family. By proxy, Zephyr's pain drained through the prince, who found flashing images of the enslaved and the damned from his homeland. For a moment, Taikon couldn't say anything. Pain gripped him. He didn't know what to do with it, for there could be no comfort here. He took a breath. Slow. Y-you're not captive here, he said slowly, struggling to maintain his composure.
Taikon wanted to kill whoever had done this to Zephyr. It was a feeling he remembered, the same as what he felt for Donovan. You're safe here, he said, slightly calmer, his anger stabilizing him. He put his foot back down slowly, standing before the friend that had tossed him aside, ready to give whatever he needed.