The boy was fidgety. Jan narrowed his focus, peering best he could into the mortal's thoughts. His powers didn't allow mind reading, but as a protective spirit he was somewhat privy to the nature and moods of what came under his roof. Mischa's parasite, he noticed, was distinctly off balance. He was even standing badly, constantly shifting as determined to fall--
...oh. Oh, yes.
Touched with an inspiration of his own, January began to smile.