Blinded? Steve's been blinded? It looks gruesomely painful, and worst of all it's magical. That kind of damage isn't going to disappear before the spell has run its course. Seeing it, thinking about it, Harrow's nostrils flare and his lips press tightly together. This implications are hitting him: Reynard was certainly the one that cast this magic. Which means he's not above appearing in order to lay waste to the mortals who cross him.

The conversation nearly passes him by as he loses himself in his thoughts. He snaps to attention with a shake of the head just as Horvath nears the end of his words. Find out of they made it here? Smart enough. He nods along, then focuses intensely on what comes next.

"Only thing I know right now is whatever we're gonna do, we should move fast. It was the Winter Spirit that cursed you, wasn't it, Steve? If he's out there castin' more than just this storm, a couple'a kids – enhanced or not – are gonna look like a good pair of victims. We gotta find 'em before he does."