Shock, worry, fear, a whole host of emotions that Gabriel couldn't quite put his finger on and couldn't even say whether he'd felt before or not rushed through his system as the bowl was snatched and put aside, griddle closed with an after thought of telekinesis, and his own hands reached out to cradle Noah's injured hand.
All of the medical knowledge of burns that he'd ever read had rushed into his head all at once, the mental doors to the information having been flung wide open by Charlie's ability, but it had left him rather befuddled as to exactly what to do. There were several conflicting sources of information, each as valid as the next, so more valid than others, each with different instructions, and he wasn't even sure that he had an aloe on hand.
But the flurry of confusion in his mind willed his body to work on instinct, and as Gabriel tried to sort whether cold or luke warm water was the best to soothe the pain, a blossom of warmth and light issues from his hands, infusing itself into the wound until there were no traces of burn left. Blinking once, twice, and a third time down at their hands, Gabriel turned his attention up to Noah, staggered only briefly before moving forward, slipping his arms around the young boy and pulling him into a comforting embrace.