Something was wrong. Something beyond the obvious. Now that he was able to focus beyond his own panic, could sense Adrien's emotional turmoil, but couldn't nail down its source. Grief... sorrow.... denial... fear... loneliness... He hadn't felt something quite this intense and raw from his son since... Emilie. But it was directed at him, somehow. Did the ice mirror have Adrien thinking that he'd...?

"I'm alright, Adrien," he assured him. Well as alright as one could be when one was in danger of hypothermia. But he was certainly in better shape than Adrien. "I'm right here. Focus on me, on the sound of my voice. You're going to be alright, son. You're going to be alright."