The memory has Elidibus reeling. Tampering with memory and mind is one subject he shies away from, and this situation is one of the reasons as to why. A very personal memory, one Popp had not chosen to share of his own accord, has now been broadcasted to all within that blast. Thankfully it appears to have been limited to the two of them. But that is a small mercy, especially when compared to such a violation.

Upon feeling Popp stir he loosens his grip slightly, pulling back to give the boy more space but keeping his hold upon him. His wings, too, stay where they are in their protective fan around them both. It is extremely revealing body language but Elidibus cannot bring himself to care. No one is around to witness how protective he is being over Popp, and even should there be eyes upon them, he would rather defiantly continue.

His flight feathers tremble slightly, and he gives his head a sharp shake.

"Popp, are you alright? Are you able to hear my voice?" the words are strained.