I'm not sure how much longer this is going to hold up. Henry's barely made it through last night with... well. Yeah he's barely holding on. I've got him covered with a few blankets because he's shivering, I honestly don't know what's going on but it isn't good.
It's standing on the balcony prodding at the Ars Goetia, its head cocked and curious.
We can't stay in here forever.