[ Yata blanches at that. He remembers how freaked out Saru had been at the volcano, from whatever he was seeing. ]

Shit.

[ Thinking quickly, he hesitates a moment before stepping closer and tentatively putting a hand on Saru's arm. ]

Look, it's cold out here, and you're dripping wet. Will you let me take you home and make you breakfast or something to warm you up? You can tell me about what you remember, if you want. We'll just be careful about context, or something, right? [ If anyone can be smart enough to figure out how to do that, it would be Saru. ]