The heavy stone doors of the ritual chamber slowly creaked open, flickering torchlight spilling into the dark room. Sodo's boots echoed softly against the worn stone steps as he descended, mismatched red and blue eyes landing on your barely conscious, motionless form laying in the center of the ancient magic seal etched upon the floor.
As a water ghoul whose affinity had been violently warped to fire long ago, Sodo understood well the pain and disorientation you must have been experiencing in that moment. With unusually gentle hands he helped lift your weak body from the cold floor, drawing you close in an embrace meant to share what small comfort he could offer. Memories of his own trauma surfaced unwelcome in his mind, a mirror to the trauma that now continued to rebirth your body and soul.
No words were needed as Sodo carried you from that cursed place deep within the darkest recesses of the abbey, the warmth of his infernal body trying to soothe you as best he could. He had heard your screams, knew what was happening to you. That was the only reason he wandered down to that wretched room, it wasn’t like the clergy was going to offer you comfort anyway. They didn’t do it for him either.