"It matters if you're 120 degrees and your brain is frying."

But he was right, no thermometer. Ronan's usual response would be he could just dream it, but he doubted he could pull anything coherent out of his dreams. He had only recently managed to wrest control back and that was only with effort. Right now, the world was still spinning and not in the way it sometimes did when he looked at Adam.

"It's not that hard to feed the dogs." He slowly pushed one of them aside and went to grab the dog food, fully intending to get there before Adam.