Auntie Diana was way more cut out for this than Fatima was. Awkwardly, she knelt down on the ground beside the guy, running her palm in a circle against his arm. People liked physical contact when they were upset. At least, normal people did.

...right?

"It'll...be okay." Never mind the fact that they were kidnapped and locked up in a nut house of a city. "Try...uh...try taking deep breaths? That helps. Think about happy things? Like...I don't know. Rainbows? Kittens?"