Mickey has to wonder if Gabe is even listening to what's being said or is just filtering out all the things he doesn't want to hear. He sighs a little, and holds out his hands, murmuring the enchanted words a friend had taught him. It creates a small flicker of fire in his hands that will hopefully grow.

"If we're going to keep going round and round like this... might as well try to get you warm while doing it."