"Right," Carlisle says with a nod, trusting Pratt's judgment. "Right right, you're right. I'll do that. I just- cisth, it's been weeks. I'm getting ahead of myself, but the prospect is undeniably exciting." So exciting that even if he could sleep, he probably wouldn't.

He eases into a seat on the bed, his fingers tightening on the comforter as he tries to keep himself steady. "In good news, I feel good. Not as good as I could, but I believe I can work on the enchantment. If- if I could make a magic rock, I can do this, can't I? If you would help me?"