"Some weird shit, honestly," He rubs his wrist absently, fingers playing over the chain tattoo on his wrist. "People have been changing physically. It's unsettling as all get out."

But it's hard to focus on his discomfort when Elizabeth looks like death walking. He takes a step forward. "You need some help getting to your room? I can lend a hand." If there was anything he was good at, it was hauling things around.