So after having pulled the taller male out of bed and into the kitchen, he sat on the counter fidgeting with the need to go and look at his planet again. "My home... is sick, getting worse. Can we go look?" While he'd felt fine, aside from the sluggishness from the cold, his magic seemed to flicker more and more. It wasn't good if he wanted to help those around him; it would be even worse if he lost his magic. Though he wasn't sure if that was possible or what might happen, it wasn't like there were others on the property to ask on that side of things.
Holding his henshin, he wasn't going to power up in the house, but he was more than ready to get moving, even if it was starting to get dark out.
Sleet Tempest Snape
