"Respirer, mon étoile. Se calmer," the abrupt change of language, the edge of near desperation made Harry freeze, body locking up completely. "Bien," he took a large breath, directing Harry's head to his chest, letting him feel the intake of breath. Harry breathed with him, urging his magicks to calm as well. In the little nook he'd made between his parents, Bethesda crawled up to bump his chin. James followed the same pattern of breaths, so Harry felt the rise against his back, and fell forward with every exhale.