[ Why does he submit himself to this kind of suffering? He immediately regrets it as he settles behind Kija, crouching down so he's more at his level. His hand follows along Kija's forearm, passing over the unusual texture of his arm to reach his hand. His own fingers then gently close around Kija's hand, squeezing ever so lightly around it and applying a restrained amount of pressure. The objective here is to relax him and not make him tense up any further. ]

Think of something pleasant -a childhood memory, a loved one, perhaps a pet you once owned that brought you joy? Don't think about the bug. It's over there now.

[ Actually, he lost sight of it not too long ago, so it could very well be anywhere, but Subaki is trying to focus on the matter at hand. He doesn't want to submit to any panic himself.

His fingers keep awkwardly massaging his hand, trying to see if he can somehow maneuver it from the hole without breaking any of his fingers. ]

Would you prefer for me to sing to you a pleasant melody? I am told my voice is rather soothing.