The cold, sharp and bitter, stinging, was what first reached Henry. A painful cold, snapping him from the grips of the panic attack that had locked his muscles in place; that had numbed his senses. He blinked as the voices around him came back into focus, clearing up. Yvonne's, stirring trouble, then the growl of the demon, threatening; then a voice he didn't recognize snarling at everyone to shut up. Wait. That last voice - it was directed towards him?

Henry blinked again and shook his head - and that was when he noticed an arm snake out from his lap, trembling and shivering, and snatch at the berries on the table. Finally he processed that there was a tiny body curled up on his lap, one hand clutching at his tunic. He could feel the shaking in the small form, as the would be thief took more of the berries. Small, scared, and seeking shelter.

"That.. Is enough." The cold, the fear, still clung to Henry, but now a fire was burning in his chest. A child was afraid, clinging to him for help. Years upon years of being a big brother reared their head, and Henry rose to his feet, arms wrapping around the tiny frame to anchor them so the child wouldn't fall. "Enough. The child doesn't have the bag. It's owner does. Yvonne, stop riling the demon up, please." The word was tacked on for formality, but Henry's tone was far from pleading. He glanced at the woman - lizard? - that had spoken last. "Apologies to you, Miss, for being dragged into this when you just wanted to drink. And you." Henry spun on his heel, staring straight at the source of the panic that tried to cling to him, that clutched and scrabble at him. The musician marched straight up to the demon, ignoring the glowing blade as it waved in the air.

"You need to rein it the hell in demon. You are terrifying everyone around you. You seem to want to be considered benevolent, helpful to the town. And terrifying a bar because someone, not even related to you, steals, and other people were already dealing with it, but you just had to play the 'hero'. Look around you, demon. No one thinks you the hero, here. No one. Helping the town has to be a continual progress forward, not a 'i saved you, now worship me even as I terrorize you'. That's not help, that's tyranny." Henry nodded around them, drawing the man's gaze away to the people around them. While some of them were moving - one, going to get the captain of the guard - far more of them were frozen, trembling in their seats, staring at this scene with sheer panic and terror in their eyes.

"And really. Pulling out your sword, making it burst into eldritch flames, and all this? Definitely not helping matters. Children have sticky fingers, but that wrong has already been righted. Enough is enough." Henry turned and strode out of the bar, carrying the shaking child in his arms.