"How's it look?" Patrice asks as they come to the door, fidgeting a little. The longer his vision remains blurry, the more worried he is about how long it's going to last. Surely it'll clear up, or at least be fixable once they get to the infirmary or get a wand, but it's nerve-wracking to have to rely on the others so much and not know how long he's going to have to. Impatient, he pushes forward a little, despite his impairment.