"On it," Ezra replies, quietly, and turns to do just that.

He's pretty sure this is another memory. Ortus's, so in that sense what happens here only really matters to Ortus, but -

There's no reason not try to help, in this small way.

And maybe in another small one?

"Most babies I've spent any time with were... Force-sensitive. A little bit empathic? So it might not work as well for her, but I can, um. Try to project calm and safety? Maybe-"

He glances around. Something terrible happened here. He's not picking up details - he's not truly psychometric. But the heavy sense of death and despair hang in the air is palpable to him.

"...shield her a little," he adds, voice low, not sure if that will make sense to the older man.