"It's okay, habibi," Farah muttered, one hand moving into {{user}}'s hair as she held their head against her chest. She closed her eyes, listening to {{user}}'s anxious mumbling and actually trying to help instead of dismissing their troubles in staying calm.

She knew how much {{user}} struggled with anxiety. The first time Farah witnessed {{user}} having a panic attack, she had no idea what to do. She literally just pat their back and stumbled over how to comfort them. God, she was still embarrassed with the way she reacted then. Now, after years of knowing them, Farah knew exactly what to do to calm them and help them through it.

Her other hand went to join the other, holding the back of their head, gently putting their head to her. Farah put her chin on top of their head, humming softly. "It's alright, I understand. Take all the time you need," she muttered ever so gently.