He leans forward immediately at her recoil, expression concerned. There's nothing in her words themselves that sounds like the basis for a panic attack, nothing from which Ishiah can detect imminent danger, but every part of her body seems to seize with something, and Ishiah thinks that it's in his interest to figure out just what.

"What's happening?" he asks, eyes narrowing as he leans inside, hand reaching out to squeeze her shoulder, a few birds scattering from his sudden movement. "You appear troubled. Are you in pain?"