What the hell's gotten into Bash? Whatever's going on, Jeff doesn't have a chance to really think it through, because suddenly, it's like every shadow in the room is getting darker, creeping towards him, looming, somehow, and maybe it's just his imagination, but that doesn't stop pure dread from getting its grip on his heart and squeezing--

--Jeff lets out a choked, startled noise. Then he remembers: he's a witch, and this is his element. You don't survive what he has only to get spooked by a couple of shadows.

"Okay, okay--" He holds his hands up in surrender, taking on a placating tone, even as worry bleeds its way through every word. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but-- It's fine, okay? I'm gonna... I'm gonna talk to some people, see if they can help you."

Because you're being crazy, Bash, and it's very alarming.