J'mon listened carefully, attentively, taking in all the nuance of Eddie's face and his tone of voice as much as they did the words he was saying. It was a painful story, to go with a painful experience. Sorrow. Fear. A lingering sense of something yet unexplained. J'mon had heard stories like this far too often. It was one of the hazards of adventuring. But at least adventurers knew what they were signing up for when they met it. Few set out without some idea that in the midst of saving damsels and making gold, they would meet with horrors. These children had not asked for the horror in their lives, and yet it had found them all the same. It made a certain protective heat rise up in J'mon's chest. One that, for now, they chose to quench.
"It sounds very much like some of the demons I have heard tales of. I tend to stay away from those realms and they tend to be vanquished swiftly when they come into mine. But the effects are familiar. I cannot give you answers as to what it was or why it came for you and your friends, but I can give you a place to air your fears if you need to."
They reached across the table for Eddie, their hand open, waiting, if he wished to take it. For a moment he was the only thing in their view. Their only concern. It was such a strange thing to feel so suddenly so much care for this one man, but perhaps their years of holding themself somewhat aloof from other people had finally caught up with them. They could tell that Eddie was searching for a connection and they hoped to help him find it, wherever it resided. There was so much uncertainty in life. He needed a stable place to land.