Angel is suddenly there, comforting Cordelia, reassuring her. Wesley simply holds her, preparing to help her up once the tender moment passes. But then he senses a change in Angel, as though his inner demon has risen to the surface again, scenting danger.

"Angel's correct, we're not alone. We're going to get you all out. Can you stand?"

He grabs at Angel's forearm, his gaze direct and earnest.

"It's alright. Do what you have to do. I won't let anything happen to her. You have my word on it."