Rutile is not familiar with human responses to sensation, but they have the sinking feeling that each of their suggestions is only hurting the child more. Surely that isn't normal behavior, doubling over and wrinkling one's face with tension, and struggling for breath such that one cannot speak.

They turn suddenly, pacing back and forth a few steps as they think about the situation. "Well," they murmur to themselves, "obviously the situation will not be solved by us trying to determine your name, as neither of us has the faculties for that... nor can we assign you a new one without causing incredible pain..."

With solemn resignation, they meet X's eyes, one hand on their hip and the other dangling at their side. "The most I can suggest is to try and find someone who does know your name. This is far too risky a prospect for me to keep trying, and I must admit I was never up to the task in the first place."

Rutile bobs their head and shoulders in a short bow. "I offer my apologies. I truly wish there was something more I could do."