Teague kissed the top of Henn's head when she arrived and squeezed her shoulder before immediately deciding the bigger crisis, the one he could actually do something about, was Soren right then. Miniver was good at breaking down, he did that often, but Soren was on the brink of some capital letter Bad Shit. He squeezed Soren's shoulder and muttered, "he'll be okay, Soren. Cass will be okay. He's in professional hands right now, they'll fix him up and get him back to you as soon as they can, okay? You just hang in there. Sit down. Do you want anything to eat? I bet they have a vending machine here..." And then he looked at the other two.
Christ. This was quickly becoming a clusterfuck of proportions he couldn't handle. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the sky, prayed for strength, and sat down, himself. "They'll be out soon, they'll keep us informed. That's what they do."
It was unknown whether he was talking to them, or himself.