It is indeed like a microphone screaming feedback, or two tones in an orchestra that just cannot seem to get in sync, at least for him. It's something Federico's grown used to, but may be hitting poor Robin a bit hard right now. He's still not good at reading people, but he can see the pain in her face. Only increasing with his proximity. Ah.

"I...see." Does he?? Debatable. He does know some species in Terra have faster regenerative abilities than others. Perhaps it's similar. The sankta nods and rises to his feet, only wobbling slightly when dizziness hits him for a moment. This frequency from her is...so similar yet different. Disorienting. But he will respect her wishes.

"Understood. Allow me to aid you, Signora Robin," he says, offering his hand out for her to take. "Sunday is near. Somewhere. I can hear him...we can look together." He watches, feels her growing panic, and his jaw clenches involuntarily. "He is well, I assure yo- oh." He blinks at the eyes on her wings. He was...not aware that halovians had extra eyesight in their wings. It surprises him, but his hand does not flinch as it reaches for her.