*can't make heads or tails of that (was that even a language?), but doesn't need words to understand that you're afraid—more afraid than the situation warrants, he thinks, but he most certainly won't tell you that*
*frees a hand and digs out his phone, letting you cry into his shirt while he hunts up your father's number* *dials and tries to reassure you in the meantime* It's all right, Gemma, the shaking's stopped. You're fine. (Dammit, Stewart, pick up.)