There was still no further movement from Song, and Dutiron simply watched her form carefully, head lowering to check her breathing as Novel attempted to adjust the white girl's position slightly. The regular rhythm calmed him slightly, she was certainly still alive. His own head lifted once more, mismatched eyes falling back to Novel as her own gaze fell to him. He would lean to nuzzle her at the question, hoping to soothe her worries a little.
"We leave her to rest." Dutiron responded. There would be no way of knowing fully what was wrong until Song awoke, but there was no use getting themselves worked up. "She's breathing ok, she'll wake up in her own time. If you want some air I can watch over her." He certainly wasn't trying to get rid of her, though if Novel wanted a little space to calm herself he would understand and certainly encourage her to do so, he would be ok.
