I's OK ... Linea.. I knows ye did what ya had ta. Don' force it. Said Jack, looking up at the rather irate elf girl. He could swear he saw a red hue burning in her pupils, but he ignored it.
He turned his attention back down at the tiny girl, pinned to the ground by Elf-Girl, Mama, and Reeta. Her face was contorted into an impotent rage, snarling and hissing almost like an angry cat.
shhhh..... Hey 'ere. We ain't 'ere ta hurt ya... Here-- Lemme have a look.. he said in as smooth and calming a tone as his grumbly and brassy voice could handle, before very timidly reaching for her head, being very careful to avoid angry teeth. He gently cupped the side of the small head in his rough, soil-hardened hand, then tipped it back to get a good look into the poor creature's eyes. Still just as angry as ever, but showing clear signs of desperate violence. He rubbed the forehead with his thumb, then sat down cross-legged, and made a plaintive, sad face at her.
I's OK... Relax.....Lemme try ta help...
He let his gaze melt into hers, and tried once more to reach out to her... He needed to know--- Was she completely gone, or was she just driven to near hysterical madness, like mama had been-- He needed to know how to help her... Even if that meant... He pushed that frightening, horrible thought away, and cleared his mind.
He was calm. Cool and serene as a quiet moonlit lake on a breathless night. The kind that one could swear that time itself stood still for, until disturbed by the gentle touch of a single falling leaf. He filled every recess of his thoughts with that perception, became that perception. He was the lake, surrounded by the forests he had grown to love so much...
He waited for the leaf to fall.