Things escalated rather quickly, around Henry as the bard blinked several times. There had been a few moments of peace, where Yvonne had spoken to him - and then there was fast, quick movement, and chaos. The odd golem thing had suddenly sprung after the child/notchild, grabbing them and hoisting them into the air for a moment. Henry was going to get up to try to interpose, be a mediator - but then Yvonne was doing that already, though she was, in her usual manner, being forthright about it, and challenging. She was not one to back down, for any reason. Henry was content then, to sit back - he'd let her handle it, he preferred not to get into confrontation stuff - and then the beast moved.

Fear washed over Henry then - and he could see that other people around him were getting scared. Not the movers, not those involved, Yvonne only ratcheted up her glare, while Henry didn't see how the unusual creature reacted - maybe it didn't have emotions? Couldn't notice the air around the blue-skinned monstrosity darken, the way it got harder to breathe? Henry gripped his shirt, tugging on it as the atmosphere became thicker, syrupy, and he had to reach out and press a hand against the table. His vision narrowed, and he shook himself. It was cold, when the hell had it gotten this cold inside? The fire was blazing, he could see it, but it seemed - it seemed so far away. He shook his head, trying, trying to shake it off.

But the sound was muting, the light dimming. Henry's head dropped, and he tried to catch it with one hand. He wanted to move, to get away, to run back out into the rain - but he could not move. Could not even think to move - his muscles were frozen, terror locking him in place. It felt like a thick weight had wrapped around every limb, had settled on his chest, gripping him tight and compressing, squeezing the precious few breaths of air from his lungs. There were words - voices that he could barely hear, odd and foreign, strange chimes. Henry gasped and his head hit the wood of the table. Despite his fear his body was trembling rapidly, shaking in his seat as he tried to force himself to move, to run, to get away from the thing that was so close. Somewhere, distantly, in the back of his mind, he put this down as the reason why people were avoiding the demon that walked among them, when his just acting was enough to make men and women flee and freeze in terror.