She felt his hand at her back, but it did little more than tickle her skin. The wings did not hurt and she got the feeling she could make them disappear as quickly as they had appeared. She was about to nod to his guess of her ethnic heritage and clarify that she was Swedish and Danish, specifically, from her father's side of the family, but things took a turn for the worst before she could. When Lane lifted her eyes to look at James, the blood had begun to trickle down his face. She opened her mouth to speak, but then the coughing began and she did not get the chance.<br/><br/>As she thought she could, Lane concentrated and the gorgeous white wings disappeared, leaving her to look more or less human when they did. She moved to kneel down next to the chair he sat in, suddenly very concerned for his well-being. "What's going on? What can I do?" She asked. She considered trying to heal him, but the power she carried had likely been the catalyst and there was a distinct possibility that it would only make things worse.<br/><br/>"You took something, before I came over. Is that what's doing this? How do we stop it?" There was no longer a point in being vague or general about what she had seen when she arrived. Something about him was off, and that, combined with whatever he did to attempt to anchor her, was now affecting him. Lane had been able to tear a demon asunder in a matter of moments, maybe her magic within him was trying to attack the newt and managing to also kill him in the process. It was the only thing she could think of, but the only way to stop such a thing was to try and get whatever contact high he had acquired out of him.<br/><br/>Lane had never done anything like this, but she got the distinct feeling it was possible. She put a hand on his chest and tried to focus on whatever energy had managed to flood over, out of her and into him. She called it back, slowly but steadily, away from him and back into her own body. It was the best she could manage on such short notice.