"Alright, alright," he says, trying his best to calm himself down here as well. Inigo feels more unsure about all of this than he'd like to show on the outside, after all. He doesn't want to make the other panic even more by revealing too quickly that he knows a little more than her here.

So he at first tries what comes naturally to him. Being sympathetic, understanding. He sinks to his knees so he's on a more even level with her.

"It's alright. I'm here." He smiles. It's a bit unsteady, but genuine all the same. "Don't worry, alright? We'll figure this out together. Just give me your.."

.. ah.

"Um, well, not your hand.. A t-tentacle, I suppose?" He's holding out his own hand either way!