[the coolness of Gepard's armour does soothe Dohalim for a moment, paired with warm hands that hold him close. but he can still feel how tense he is, hand still gripping onto the ornament on his chest, while his other arm is wrapped around himself, as if to try to keep himself from falling apart completely. he hadn't felt his anxiety this intensely in so long that it's making him dizzy, and he's thankful that Gepard has the sense to lower the both of them down to sit. the blond's hand finds his; fingers grip onto his hand tightly despite the worry of Gepard's true intentions. he doesn't want to believe Kelzalik's words and accusations, both on Gepard's and Serval's parts, but what if they're true? what if he really should take his warnings to heart?

but it's Gepard... he'd known the Landaus for so long that it just can't be plausable... right?

Dohalim buries his face in the crook of the other Renan's neck, breathing heavily against it; he just can't seem to calm himself down and swirling thoughts in his head aren't helping in the slightest, either. is it really okay for him not to have an answer to this problem right from the get go? he's supposed to be a lord; there's no room for uncertainty. as for his fear... that should never be allowed to see the light of day, especially in the face of his people]

It... It is not alright... I can't... I cannot be afraid, and I cannot be uncertain. I must make a decision on how to proceed, but I just... I don't know what to think...