He didn't care if she soaked him to the bone. Honestly, was the last thing on his mind while she was sobbing in his arms because their supposedly restful cruise had gone completely sixes and sevens.
Jean just squeezed her again as she thanked him. Az wasn't used to having someone to hold her and he was glad to do it. And if he were being honest with himself, holding her was probably keeping him sane right now.
"Horrible at it," he agreed softy, pushing her wet hair from her face. "I'll wager we can't get worse though." Really, he didn't want to think about it getting worse. In fact, he was flatly refusing to think this could get worse. Yes, no worse than this.
Jean had already seen the carnage in their room (and in fact, was there through it), but it looked worse now that he wasn't panicking. He pointed not looked at where Nikko's blood stained the coverlet and instead, paid attention to where he was stepping. He didn't need more bloody glass in his foot.
He helped Nikko to the couch, wincing a bit in sympathy. "Can you fetch the first aid kit, Az?" he asked as he stroked the huge beast behind the ear. Seeing to his leg probably should be first. Maybe with things calming, the cat would wander out on his own.
"It's all right, you great brute," he murmured softly to the whimpering dog, who was now sprawled across his lap as if he were a puppy.