It's a curse! It's magical! Terrible magic, but still. He puts his free hand to Serph's face, worried still, their faces close together with his attempt at support. "I'm good at keeping watch, but terrible at doing something about it if I see something," he warns. The buzzing is getting worse. He swallows a few times, but it doesn't go away, fueled by the need to fix this, to not see his friend, roommate, and who knows what else this helpless and exhausted. "What if I could help?"