Antigone should really use her phone - or the emergency call bell - to call for help, but the most massive man she'd seen in years was failing to breathe right in front of her and calling would have to wait. "You can," she said, and, hoping she wasn't making a terrible mistake but scared she was, she lowered herself to her knees in her corner.
It had been years since she witnessed anyone having a panic attack, longer still since it was someone this much bigger than her, and never an immortal, with all the weight of... gods knew what weight was crushing him. Gods knew what she was supposed to say. "You can breathe... listen to me - you can breathe."