Malba’s breaths were coming faster again, his exhalations harsh and choked. Zelos’s brows furrowed, his lips drawing into a tense frown. Even if Malba wasn’t having an attack currently, wasn’t he at risk for one if this continued? Zelos couldn’t let that happen.
“Shh…” he attempted to sooth, his voice low and quiet. Zelos tilted his head, pressing his lips close to Malba’s pointed ear.“Listen, Mals—listen to my breathing, okay? Breathe with me.” With this, Zelos took in a slow, deep breath through his nose, and exhaled carefully through his mouth. Even if for some reason Malba couldn’t focus on the sound of his breathing, he could certainly feel it from his position against his chest.