He's not really sure if it'll help with...whatever's really causing this, magic or what have you, being around those damn puffball things probably isn't helping. At least they can get away from the nastiness of it all, and it'll help him be able to think.

And man, oh man, Eric, he tells himself, even if it tires out your brain muscles, you better think fast.

Every passing second this thing is getting worse, and the other man is gonna get more and more hurt.

"Great. See? Nothing over here to worry about. We're doing great over here."