Fakir has seen and heard Duck cry before, both when she was a human and when she was a duck. It's not something he likes but it's not exactly alarming, not like the strange noises that wake him up in the middle of the night.
It takes some time for Fakir to shake drowsiness off even in the face of Duck's frantic sobs. He's hesitant to pick her up, looking her over in his somewhat panicked state in case she's injured. But then she flutters out of her basket and right into his chest, as if trying to cling to him.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asks, carefully cradling her. When that doesn't seem to make things any worse, he holds her tighter and softly strokes her feathers. "It's all right. You're all right, Duck."
His words and touch are soothing but Duck still can't shake her nightmare. She had dreamed of Fakir's death before but this time everything was far too real, far too much. It's one thing to see the mime for death but this time the Raven had-
She nuzzles her small body closer to him, wishing she could just hold him back.
"Fakir?" Charon calls from the other side of the door. "Is something wrong?"
"Duck's upset," he answers, not stopping his ministrations.
"That's Duck? I've never heard a duck make sounds like that before."
"I'll take care of her," Fakir insists.
Duck calms down enough for them to hear Charon's departing footsteps. Fakir keeps murmuring soothing nothings to her, lulling her back to sleep while wondering what spooked her so badly.