"They certainly have been given something." Tadhg moves from child to child, tracing their faces with his touch, taking their hands in his. "Not a drug I'm familiar with, but I might be able to find out more..."

His voice trails off as he settles in front of the child who looks to be the oldest of the girls. The faintest of shimmers flicker over his palms before the ink of his tattoos rises to the surface, the lines tracing and spiralling into each other as though some unseen hand were drawing them for the first time. Pulled under his skin, the eldritch designs protect his own patterns from tangling with others. Brought to the surface, they'll allow him to contact the girl's sluggishly-flowing life energies directly, hopefully allowing him to trace the drug's effects.

Before he plunges in, he glances over at Jim with dark eyes that have also acquired a subtle shimmer. "Did he tell you anything else?"