Tory's legs ached from the position already, but fought the urge to fidget. Stillness was what he needed, calm was what he desired, but a not so old pain flared up on his back, and an old fire was rekindled in him. He knew exactly what the boy meant, about Idris being safe. It was the same reason that Tory had come back, after all. There was nothing one needed more than to feel safe.
"Yes, it is safe here. You are safe here." Tory said said slowly, carefully enunciating every word so that they could be heard clearly despite the quiet volume. Still, he had to know, "But what are you so afraid of?" Even though the boy was back here, where is was safe. He was still upset and shaking like a leaf. And he was not meeting Tory's gaze, that and other signs made him wonder just how recently the boy had been hurt.