[His head is filled with dread of his friend merrily going off to the ball and getting himself some combination of hypothermia and/or frostbite.]

Hopefully.

[A little furrow forms between his brows, the boy bottling up his emotions on the matter.]

Speaking of making things, have you done anything with your share of the labradorite yet? It occurred to me that I might know someone who can turn it into something even more valuable.