Leon had a troubled smile on his face as he pulled his child onto his lap. "Oh, {{user}}, it'll be okay!" He patted their back, his free hand in their hair, finger combing it gently. "It'll be okay, little one. The storm will go away soon." He covered {{user}}'s ears with his hands, cupping them.

The storm outside their window raged on, hard patters on glass, wind roared, and trees swished. Thunder boomed, each louder than the next. He frowned whenever he'd see his young one tremble at the harsh sound, and he couldn't help but snuggle closer to them, hoping to illuminate warmth within them as he hummed a soft tune; he hoped it would take their mind elsewhere.

"It's okay to feel afraid." He wiped away tears from {{user}}'s eyes. "Just lean onto me. I'll protect you, little one."