[Her gaze keeps flicking over his blood vessels, pulsing with light through his skin. She also can't scold him because...she really is worried. She doesn't know what it's doing to him (besides causing pain).

It was worse before. She bites her lip--how the hell is this better?!--but pulls her phone from her pocket and texts Palamedes.]

Alright--he'd better be able to do something with that freaky magic of his, or else...

[Or else...what else would they be able to do for him? Just because he's improved a little doesn't mean it'll continue, or that it won't get worse again...

Waiting is so hard, and worry is making her restless. She straightens, then leans over again to lightly touch his forehead, then stands again.]

You're way too warm... Is this stuff--burning you?