Blissfully unaware of the fate that befalls him or their beloved star, all Erichthonios can do is operate off of instinct. Everything about their situation is strange but Themis is warm and familiar, his presence a comfort. Perhaps he is overstepping by hugging him but there was nothing better, at least in his opinion, than to be embraced when one was distraught to the point of tears. Their people may not have been particularly open when it came to physicality but Erichthonios was different in that regard. Perhaps it was his father's burning passion that lit such a flame within him?

Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered was Themis was crying and he wanted to do what he could to make him stop. Holding him close he lets a hand reach up to stroke the back of his head. It's tender, perhaps even a bit too intimate for simple friends...but it feels like the right thing to do. His mother, despite what she had been revealed to be, had done this for him when he had been beside himself with grief in the past. It had always soothed him.

Hopefully for Themis it would have the same effect.

"And I will be glad to listen to every word you wish to grace me with, my friend...but please, do not give into sorrow. Whatever troubles may befall us here, surely we can shoulder them together?"