With the anguish gone, the desperation that Phillip didn't even realize he had goes with it. He still stays where he is, still tries to sooth and comfort, but it's less panicked response to try and make any of it hurt less and more just letting the rest of the wave ride its way out. He's not sure he's any good at comfort, despite how much he wants to make this easier, but focusing on Gustavain is at least a convenient way of keeping his mind from how many-- or how few-- of them are left.

By the time things begin to calm, Phillip has somehow acquired some softer things for them on the floor, draping a blanket over them not because he's sure it'll help but because it feels like it's some kind of barrier, between them and the rest of the world. A little bit of separation from it all. Gustavain is likely tucked in his favorite spot too, heading resting against collar with hands in his hair, still stroking it. There still aren't really any words, because what is there to say to all of that, but the protective arms around him likely speak volumes.