Before Miersck could even consider getting any distance anywhere, Sophie sprung into action. She, much like the moth fae, felt quite powerless in their situation. She could hardly see the monstrous creature that nearly ended them moments prior, let alone protect him from it. Yet in spite of that-- or perhaps even because of it-- she felt empowered to do the only thing knew that she could do in that moment-- whether Meirsck wanted it or not.
Her arms pulled in the fae's shivering body before he could protest further, and she embraced him in a gentle, warm hug. She laid his head to rest on her chest and bid him relax, if only for a moment. Her own heartbeat, in spite of the situation, was leagues slower than his own-- her nerves calmed, her mind at relative ease because it had to be-- she needed to be, for him. She could only hope that the slower rhythm of her own heartbeat would calm his. "You saved us, Miersck," She reminded him, letting one of her hands soothingly caress the fae's head, "You were... incredibly brave, just now. You did good."
She couldn't begin to imagine what horrors he had experienced before meeting her that caused his resolve to shake at the mere thought of such a beast. But she knew pain-- psychological pain-- just as much as anyone could, and she couldn't help but empathize with the moth fae's inner torment, and seek to quell it as best she could.