"..First, Ken, we have to make sure you're somewhere warm and safe. I'll go get Nemesis and the others once you're with Merlin."

Miles hesitantly reached out, putting a hand on Ken's head. He wasn't even sure what he was doing anymore, but through his just barely suppressed panic, he remembered the days when his father was alive, the way Gregory would put his hand on Miles' head when Miles was sad..

He doubted it would help, but it was the best he could do.