"Now?" He looks down at his clawed hands, at the scaled skin that now adorns his arms. "That seems a terrible idea."

Could he still shoot ice like this? Yes. Was it all horribly wrong and malformed and kind of melty? Also yes.

"We do need to find their nest, but you will fail any attempt at stealth and I am.. not at my best for defense." All they need is Quentin to start laughing and get torn apart by the alerted spirits.