A flap of his wings and a blink of the eye, the Djinn appeared inside the trailer. His long form filling the small space, no longer a bird, but his human form he was forever locked to. Natural clothing, loose and forgiving flowed over his form in much the same manner the elven king outfit had.
Ice blue eyes looked down at the girl on the floor. While Kennet had assumed something of this persuasion would happen, he had thought that she would have handled it better. There were many moments during typical Cirque hours that deaths happened. Though he supposed that it did not typically happen all at once over an extended period of time. Leaning down, his face stoic as ever, Kennet put his hand on her arm to keep her from thrashing on the floor. "You are not dying, Miss Crogan. You need to get control of yourself."
At the end of his words, large hands took hold of her shoulders and started to pull her to her feet. "Enough of this childish ignorance."