In an instant, as if conjured by his desperate need, a creature materialised. Without hesitation, he reached out, pulling it close to his chest with a grip that spoke of desperate relief. It felt like a lifeline, a tangible anchor, grounding him as his mind wrestled with the overwhelming intrusion. He became acutely aware of its perfectly round, black eyes gazing up at him just as he enveloped it in his embrace, tears dampening its fur in a silent testament to his relief and gratitude.
“I’m sorry. Hi,” Kieran whispered tenderly to the creature, his voice a delicate balance between the stirrings of panic and the soothing presence of something real, something tangible in his arms. It radiated a comforting warmth, its mere existence a kind reassurance that brought a faint smile to his tear-streaked face. His fingers gently combed through its soft, short fur, finding solace in the simple, physical connection.
“What happened? Where—” he began, his voice still soft but steadier now, the creature's presence drawing him out of his spiralling panic. Holding onto it, feeling its reality against his skin, was all that returned his rationality. “Do you know?” he asked it, a glimmer of hope in his voice. The earlier, invasive voice had fallen silent, at least for the moment.