The Inquestor catches him and sub-vocs a command that transports them deeper into the ruined palace, into his private rooms.

"People shake when they are frightened for their loved ones." He says, hands tight in the fabric of Kefka's dress even as he collapses back into a chair-like floor protrusion.

"I...I would rather you be angry with me than harm yourself so." Another command, and an insect-bird hybrid appears with salve for Kefka's wounds.

"And...and it is not your sanity that I was calling into question. I - " He pauses, his eyes hooded beneath the mask as he fiddles with the cap to the aloe. "I was afraid you might do something that I would have done. I should have known you could control yourself better than that."

He looks away, the shakes slowly subsiding, still sending twitches into his finger tips where they hold Kefka close.