"Sympathetic magic," Kirk said, his words taking on a bit of a slur now, cheeks hot.

He looked to Lena and tossed her a pout - as pretty as he could make it in his state. "Aw, already? But we've only just sat down." He looked to Korrin now, holding his hand to his mouth briefly to hide a hiccup that shook his shoulders sharply, a sudden flash of worry creasing his brows.

"It can't touch is in our dreams, can it?" he asked. "That place, that thing. It can't touch us here."