Vax hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath until Shaun stepped in next to him, the breath he'd been holding releasing out as he groped blindly for the other man's hand, even as he pressed in closer to Keyleth. There was a palpable tension in the air, and even as he met Kash's gaze to indicate that he was going to help with the ritual however he could, Vax knew that it wasn't likely to break until Percy breathed again. And if he didn't...
He didn't want to think about that.
Harry was trying to keep a respectful distance. These were Percy's friends, his family, the closest thing that he had left, and he was knew, a stranger to most of them, and he didn't have any real right to be within the midst of everything that was happening. But it was hard. It was difficult to stand back and let them down what they were going to do when the sight of Percy laid out on the table, gunshots and gauges littering his body, was assaulting him. His mind flashed for a moment, the image of Jess laid out in a similar table, the monitor flatlining, mingling with the picture in front of him, and his breath caught, squeezing his eyes shut and quietly thankful that there wasn't that persistent screeching accompanying this moment.
He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand it if there had been.