Eyes closed, Issac giggled at the choice of song. He appreciated the attempt of his friend. Taking deep breathes sharp pain pierced through his head making every sound internal or external feel louder than it should have been. Issac needed a fully warded trailer with charms that blocked everything out. His own did not have that luxury, not because no one could manage it, with the coven many things were manageable, but Issac felt it necessary for safety reasons that the voices not be turned to silent while he slept. Wards did not stop his nightmares and as it was he found sleep lacking most nights no matter if there were voices or not to pry into his head.
"You might not be a siren, but I do appreciate you," he murmured. Unable to take the pain much more, his body started to reject consciousness. His mental connection that was ever present fizzled with an electric shock. Ric might not have found his power in his song, but the mere presence of his friend had helped enough. At the very least, Issac was not trying to injure himself in a manner to make the pain stop and safe on a table rather than out in the humid sun of the Louisiana weather.