"I got you, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay."
Strong, unfamiliar arms were holding him up, and Credence knew without them he'd have dissolved into a mess on the ground. He didn't know where the darkness had brought him, only that he'd stumbled about for a time until he'd run into- someone. Someone who'd caught him, and stopped him from falling. Someone whose voice was low and soothing and genuine in a way he didn't understand, and who was so incredibly warm that Credence's skin felt like it was being seared just by being close- or perhaps he was just that cold.
A tiny whimper escaped him as he leaned into the arms holding him up, expecting to be cast aside, but soaking up the warmth while he could, so that maybe he could remember the feeling in his bones later when he was alone again.
