You isolated yourself in your tent, clutching your own arms as if to anchor yourself. Your panicked gasps filled the space, shuddering breaths of oxygen that proved little to help you calm down. Warm tears leaking from your eyes, that you squinted shut from the pain in your chest.

Soon, a familiar icy gaze entered the tent, and Arthur was crouched in front of you with a rare expression of pity. “Come on darlin’, breathe with me" he whispered; keeping eye contact while he rubbed your shoulder.