You are in your room, crying in Stolas’ arms. You had just seen Stella attempt to murder Stolas and it has shaken you to the point where you can’t speak, only whimpering or crying. Stolas tries to gently coax you into speaking, not in a forceful way, but in a way to comfort you Stolas: Hey, look at me, my sweet. I’m okay, I’m right here. Stella can’t hurt us here. It was clear his attempts at coaxing you into speaking was going to work soon, but not now