*feels the tendrils of your consciousness as surely as he's ever known hunger or thirst, love or pain*
Power's out here. You okay? Arandur's scared but Mablung is a terrifyingly awesome distraction. *to his son, soothingly* Hey, buddy, it's okay. Mablung's prettier this way, see?
*opens up his mind, feeling in every direction and coming up with...not so much a Wrong as a Lack of Right* Something's off. I'm not sure what it is yet.