Disciple strokes his hair, his back, his arms, anything she can reach without having to move her arms too far. Her grip does loosen, when she hears the way he sounds, the way it doesn't feel like he's breathing right.

"In and out, okay? Breathe in. Breathe out."

Somehow they always end up with the worst of his moments out in the open air. It'd be worrying if she cared about people seeing.