Awwwwww how romantic.

She's gonna fumble around through her stuff for a thermometer if she can do that without expending very much energy. It's 90 degrees Fahrenheit.

"I guess it probably does get up to ninety in Savannah sometimes. Weird that the biking didn't bother you, though."

"It should. I have asthma. I don't-- this is not right."

"Do you know when the last time you experienced asthma symptoms was?"

"Um, I mean, I was in a mental hospital, I didn't exactly have a chance to run anywhere. So... ten years ago? But."

"Right, but - has there been anything since we got you out? I guess I'm - if some event occurred that caused you not to have asthma anymore, it would be nice if we could narrow down whether it happened recently or whether it happened in 1924 -  I guess it might not be possible to tell."

"I don't think I've had to run since then-- I withdrew from my medications and I... got sick..."

"No asthma that I recall, though, just throwing up and - being really out of it."

"It doesn't make me sweat to bike. All your clothes are drenched and mine are basically dry."

"Yeah, that's - weird. You think it's got something to do with the mouth haunting you?"

"Maybe???"

"...So what does this mean? Apart from the revelation that Lev can now engage in physical activity without dying. ...Metaphorically dying."

"I guess it's indicative of - mouth exposure changing people in ways that we wouldn't expect. And that there could be other ways it changes you."

"Or exposure to the books."

"You were the one who - you took part in the summoning, right?"

"Yes. I was... the focal point."

"I wonder if that's it. Since everything we've done doesn't seem to have triggered - whatever this is."

"He put a spell on me before. I don't know what it did."

"I mean we also haven't spent five years in a library -- or that!"

"I don't suppose it's possible to say at least you got a single nice side effect without everything about it suddenly turning out horrible."

...Knock on wood, just in case.

"Possible, I suppose," Mordred says very doubtfully.

"I wouldn't count it as a blessing yet. But there's nothing we can do about it right now. Thank you for telling us, Mr. Aarons."

Meanwhile--

"Thanks again for your help the past few days. I think one of us might have died if you hadn't been there."

“It is no trouble, really.” Genuine smile! It drops after a moment. “I am... worried, about what you are looking into.”

"Yeah, that's... correct of you, I think. My memory of that night is still hazy but I get flashes of a mouth, large enough to take up the whole wall, snarling and spitting at me. I think it tried to eat me, but I ran. I don't remember what happened to my friend. But she's gone, and the others tell me she didn't make it. This mouth thing... it's bad and it's dangerous. And people are helping it. Feeding it. I'm scared that if we don't do something..." Zoe shakes her head.