Red Son would keep holding her close, lightly stroking her hair. Letting her hold onto the carved dog, cry if she feels the need to. When she lost Halsin, it really wasn't a question for him to come. He wouldn't accept doing anything else, not when he does care a great deal about her. He might be a villain, but he's not heartless.

And he understands the pain of missing too well, even if he had cared less.

So he holds her as long as she needs him, finally dozing off himself for a while. Waking up when she speaks, opening an eye blearily. "Hm? Oh, the spell?" He asked, voice a bit slurred. He's a slow person to wake up.