[thank god, he's not about to lose his husband to the sky. viktor grabs the notebook and pen again from wherever he tossed them to deal with floating, taking a seat on the bed and setting up so the notebook is in his lap, leaving one hand free for writing and one for hair petting.

the power.] At least you aren't sweating darkblood. Do you want water? [hydration is important, he's heard. in legends and myths.]

Hm... walking into someone's dreams, maybe? Reading minds? Paleblood is so irritating.