Lets have a talk

Paying rapt attention to every single detail as the giant spoke, Iolaire's yes never left his form. She noted tone, intent, body language, mood. She noted which words he inflected and which he breezed past. It was all part of the puzzle that was his trauma. The tiny lass listened as he spoke of what had happened to him back in the days of the old empire. In a different place far from here. In actuality, she would have liked to take him back to that place, but it was too far for them to reach safely. She could build a floating platform, but who knew if they could find the place again?

Sirius continued, speaking of his fight and flight. Speaking of his fear for Deathbelle, blacking out, then waking up alone. He spoke of the direction that his mind went in when he slept. He feared his own control. Feared that he couldn't protect those that he loved. He feared himself and, though he wouldn't admit it aloud she imagined, he feared what others were capable of and that he was capable of the same. That was what she surmised out of his words so far.

"Close your eyes. Focus on the woods that you ran through. Tell me every detail of your surroundings." Picking up two small rocks that lay in the grass, Iolaire began tapping one atop the other. It was a softly audible tap and there was no real rhythm to it. Every now and again, she would shift her foreleg, tapping a third rock on her opposite side. This would prompt his eyes to move back and forth beneath his closed lids. It most likely wouldn't make sense if she explained it to him, but it was definitely a form of therapy. A form that she'd had success with in the past. "Keep your eyes closed," she reminded. "What do you see? What do you hear? What do you smell?" The small woman continued to tap the rocks, her gaze locked upon her siblings face.