[ The sudden iron in his voice should be unfamiliar to both of them, and it doesn't go well with the bands of magic infused into the words. Soothing works best when it's actually soothing, not intended as a quelling measure, like being hit over the head by a heavy box wrapped in velvet. ]

Quiet.

[ With his eyes on Qetzi'ah and in a more normal tone: ]

Qetzi'ah is a friend to your kind, Kaevyn. And of everything in the world, I think it's a friend she needs, right now.

[ He keeps the jar for now, however, only moving his hand and little girl her to peer inside if she wants. Waiting for any expression of interest from her. ]