He had watched the rest of the construction with interest, still not entirely sure what it was his partner was doing, or why, though the way that Frankie visibly relaxed once he was explanation enough, or something like it.

He did smile, a little, at the invitation, dragging the sheet with him as he did, something to cover the entrance, like a box turtle retreating into its shell. Not that he could remember what a box turtle was once he'd thought of it, but he wasn't going to let himself worry about that.

His voice had dipped a little, concern and curiosity both coloring the question as he asked: "Are you alright now?" What he didn't know, didn't have any way of knowing, was that his own abilities were leaking into the question as well, nothing that would actually compel Frankie to do anything, at least not yet, but still enough there to make him feel like telling the truth if he hadn't been planning on it.