During his search for Glendower, he'd explored many sites that were considered creepy or macabre. The reputation for some had only been superstition. Others were based on magic, the presence of ley lines causing people to shy away from those areas. None of those sites had spooked him, but this house was steadily eroding away his confidence, causing him to look over his shoulder, to worry that something might be stalking them through the strangely decorated rooms.

But Blue was with him, a blessing and a curse since her presence kept him from giving in to his imaginings, but it also meant that she might be in danger. At least her presence kept him from thinking of worst case scenarios until he saw the strangeness of his skin and he realized that something else was wrong with him.

"Perhaps," he admitted, not ready to alarm her just yet. "Little is correct, but I haven't figured out if we're like the Lilliputians, the Borrowers, or Jack in the fairy tale." He was hoping for one of the more benign options. Especially when he knew that he had to tell her that there was more wrong than the shininess of his skin.

Looking down at their joined hands, Gansey offered her a smile that was meant to reassure them both. "I know that we're holding hands, but I can't feel anything. Your fingers or mine. It's like my hand isn't there at all."