A twinned flutter of alarm and concern in Louis' mind, on his face, as he turns towards Daniel. The tablet in Louis' hand is set aside, a light clack of contact as Louis discards it on the glass tabletop. New Rashid seamlessly gathers it, taking up whatever Louis had left off. (Money, moving from place to place, easing the way.) Footsteps, as Rashid heeds some unspoken directive and exits into a side room of the suite.

Privacy, for the moment.

"That's normal."

Maybe. The concept of a panic attack is relatively new. Louis had been turned under vastly different circumstance.

He snares Daniel's hand in his own, draws him down to sit. No stones here beneath their feet, nothing but solid wood floors and Louis himself, playing tether.

"Talk to me. I'm here."

Shorthand for You're safe.

Or maybe, Everyone around us is safe from you.

Dual worries, things Louis would guess at but can't be certain are at the forefront of Daniel's mind without touching his thoughts. Is reluctant to do so without invitation or dire necessity, after Daniel has likely gone so long living with casual intrusion into his head at Armand's whims.