"Wh-'What have you done?'" Rolo clutched to Nunnally's fragile wrist, brought desperately to his knees. "M-my heart... it, it won't stop racing, it's starting to a-ache, Nunnally..."
Nunnally was unsure whether or not Rolo was alright, he seemed to be in a lot of pain, or perhaps it was fear that made him kneel as he did. However, she knew the boy well enough to know that panicking would only alarm him more. Rolo could tend to be a bit dramatic at times, not that she blamed him for it. Honestly, she rather liked that quality in him. He made everything seem more exciting; gave the smallest things so much more relevance and intrigue. Whatever the issue was, the least she could do to help Rolo was try her best to soothe and calm him. Nunna placed a delicate hand over the one gripping her wrist, leaning in just a bit closer and smiling warmly.
"It’s alright, Rolo," she cooed in a soft and calming tone. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise, it’ll be alright. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore."