Reaching out with a wing, you wipe away some of the tears, letting the scales that touched Thorax's face fall to the ground with the additional moisture. "Nopony else is dying any time soon, don't worry. Just go take your seats at the front. You're among the special attendants," you informed Thorax, comforting him as best you could while letting him know he had a future in the hive. He and Pharynx both nodded to you, with the latter trying to keep his brother from bawling on the way to their seats. "I don't know how Pharynx deals with him," you muttered, still smiling sadly.