Hearing movement, Heine looks over. All of his movements are sluggish, and it also takes him a second to realize how much Jade has been affected by the eggs. Neither of them are in much state to move or communicate, it seems. But Heine manages to sit up, movements ginger to avoid jostling the new swell of his stomach. As he does the fog in his mind clears just slightly. They're down in the Durmstrang dungeons, they'd just... had that happen. And now they have to get out of here. But he doesn't think he can walk, at least not without looking obviously strange.

He could blame Jade for this—and he probably will—but for now he needs to get them both clear of the pool. And find someone else to—Heine shakes his head. His thoughts are still disjointed and strange, but there's a strange urge to seek out another person, and...

No. He dismisses the thought and Conjures a stack of towels even though his hands are shaking. It's just whatever crap that thing put into his body talking. He'll find a way to deal with this and no one else will have to know. Having decided, even though his brain still feels fuzzy, he lofts a towel over to land on Jade. Or, two feet to the right of him. Close enough.