[He scrabbles back, and Olivine lets him go. Instead of approaching at all, he just... sits himself down, kneeling on the trampled grass and fallen leaves. Hands come to rest on his thighs, and Olivine shakes his head.]

It's alright. I'll stay here. [There's nothing that can be done, at least not properly, without his consent.] I'm here to understand what's happening, nothing more. You have my word that you're not in danger here. I trust that you mean no harm, so... I hope you'll be able to trust me in turn.