They have more in common than one might expect.

Those soothing thoughts resonate with him, and it causes his panicked movements to slow. He backs up a little, cautiously looking up at her as he slowly unfolds. Voices that aren't hers scream inside of him too, but hers stands out like a beacon in the fog.

"Please don't vzzhxa," he slurs out loud, the last word blending into fully insectoid Alternian clicks. Inside his mind it plays out different.

Please don't change things, don't force me, please.