Dorian shushes him gently, turning to stand in front of the boy so he's between the village and the frightened newborn. His arm remains firm around the smaller male's waist while his free hand comes up to stroke gently over his forehead. Even with the storm raging around them, his vampiric senses make it so he can speak normally and the young man will hear him clearly. “It is all right, I promise. As I said before, you are no monster. Right now, you just look like a traveler who has had a bit of a rough journey. They can not smell blood as we do, so they can not tell you are the one who was slaughtering people for food.” He chuckles lightly, his hand dropping down to wrap around the other side of the boy's waist, gripping his left wrist tight to keep him from running.

Holding the smaller man close, the filth from his clothing grinding into Dorian's as he struggles, the elder leans his head down so their foreheads are touching. “I am here to keep you safe, and I will do just that. I have lived a very long time, and I know what to do around humans to stay safe. Trust that feeling burning low inside you now. Believe in the comfort my blood has brought you.” Leaning back slightly he smiles as warmly as he can manage. “Have faith in me.” Now close enough to the ocean for the crashing waves to put in their two cents the sounds of them roaring against the rocks far below sets up a low continuous rumble. The rain is pouring steadily this was and that with each gust of wind. The force has all but cleaned the young lad of most of visible filth. A normal man would be tossed about by the strength of the gusts striking the two standing near the edge of the cliff, but Dorian stands firm, unmoving, even as he can feel the boy being pressures by mother nature in his arms.