Pinya isn't a stranger to Mind Attacks of the Past, and she recognises the signs automatically. She's had her fair share of them herself.

She comes close, not enough to touch, but enough to be heard when she speaks in a low soothing voice.

"Wherever you were, it is not here. Here, in the now, feel it, Shiro. The ground beneath your feet, the air in your lungs, The sights you see. Feel them."

When he breaks into the coughing fit, she's still talking low, smooth tones. She feels when he comes out of it, and his mind lets her in. Slowly, she lets the Aether into Shiro's body, suffusing him with a warmth that comes from her very being. When it's clear that he's back, she comes forward, to hold his head in her palms, bunting her forehead against his. She lives with Miqo'te mostly, and it's clear that she's learnt some things by force of habit.

"It's okay, It's okay." She soothes, rubbing her thumbs tenderly across his cheeks.