Hey, it's okay. I think you're having a panic attack.

( that's what it sounds like to him. he let's go of her hand only so he can curve a hand around her cheek and bring her eyes up to his. )

Look at me, look at me. Breathe with me, Caroline. ( this feels familiar, achingly so. he'd done something similar with her when she'd first been turned, when he'd barely known her and still wanted to help her.

things are different now, they're both different, but he still wants to help. )

All you have to do is breathe. Don't think about anything else but inhaling and exhaling.