The Eidisi professor simply stands there, with a brow arched. His pallid blue skin almost blending in with the surrounding cold stone around him, "Mm. Yes. I can see that." Says the professor, as his eyes slowly slide over to Wald, once more. His eyes settle on Wald, nearly staring through him, his eyes ever appraising of the man, as though assessing for a threat. A breath escapes his moisturized lips. It, for a split second, sounded something close to a chuckle. But neither Wald, nor Sybil really could grasp what exactly it was, "We cannot spare anyone for the playing of music for the man. Encourage him to sing, whenever he begins a descent." The professor says, utterly detaching himself from the situation. It's clear that this physician was more interested in getting his student to apply existing knowledge, rather than interjecting, and coddling. It was not unlike how some types of birds drop their young from the nest, and force them to learn how to fly, as it's time to put their skills to use outside, rather than staying about in the nest, "I expect a report of his condition, when I return." He says, stepping back through the door, eyes shifting over, elsewhere. As though he had other places that demanded his attention. Actual problems, rather than whatever was happening here, "Do not disappoint, Malach. The Rangers are involved in his case." The distant tone to his voice hinting that the comment itself was something of a reminder, a half threat, half expectation.
The door is closed, "... Of course, Doctor Tenenbraum."
Slowly, Sybil's gaze returned to Wald. A slow blinking crossed the eyes, before a slow shake of the head. It's not done out of malevolence, or dismissal, but it's clear that the student needs a moment to recollect thoughts, and get all the ducks back in a row, "Wald." Sybil says, clearly, making an approach to the restless hunter, "Your animals are fine. They are being kept with the Rangers. ... No one will touch them. They take good care of animals under their attention, especially those belonging to visitors." Sybil explains, finally getting close enough to the hunter to comfortably talk. A hand is reached over to the man, and is placed on his shoulder. The student takes a slow breath, saying, "I want you to follow the rise and fall of my chest, Wald. ... Breathe in." For about three trills, Sybil breathes in. For about five trills, the breath is held, "Breathe out." For about three trills, air is exhaled, in a deep fashion. Eyes upon Wald, as this is done. The action is repeated, slowly, "Breathe in." Followed by that long hold, "Breathe out."
The steady breath from Sybil is slowly repeated. Between the hand on Wald's shoulder, and the eye contact established, Sybil is actively employing a rather decent means of establishing at least an attempt at a calming atmosphere, "Focus on the breaths, Wald." The student reminds, allowing the man to lead himself into the self soothing action, the student standing by, and giving him a consistent example of what it is that's being talked about. In, pause, and out. The tempo is steady, "Fill your lungs... Hold... Empty them." The breaths were becoming rhythmic, and steady, encouraging the man to join in, steadily and calmly. The student's steel green eyes settling on Wald's own eyes, the warm grip firm and steady upon his shoulder, "Everything is alright. You're safe. Your animal friends are happy, fed, and somewhere safe. Breathe in... Hold it... Breathe out... Come on."