Puck is slight, and his arms are slight, and he is not certain whether one can transmit care and warmth through sheer effort of will--

But he knows him, by now, better than he knows any other.

Fairies are not particularly known for their comforting abilities, but he'll be thrice-damned if he doesn't at least try.

It is a long moment of soft breath and gentle fingers in Havelock's hair before Puck speaks again.

"Do you know," he says softly, "what you ought to do."