Farah clung to Saul desperately. "Oh, gods… Ben?" She ran to his side and knelt in front of him while Saul stood back, numb at the sight of his friend. "Don't hurt him!" Farah cried to Emerisa. "Please! He's our friend!" The male earth fairy looked over at Farah, and she immediately noticed his eyes were an unnaturally grey color. Farah inhaled slowly and lifted her fingers to his temple. "Ben? Ben, can you hear me?" she asked worriedly. "Ben?!" She used a small amount of magic to remove the spell someone had put on him, and his eyes turned back to brown.
Ben gasped and winced immediately, the wound on his leg finally making itself known to him. "Farah?" He looked past her. "Saul? What happened? Where am I?" His eyes slid to the dead witch, Emerisa's poisonous glare, and Farah's panicked face. "Oh no…"
"Ben," Farah whispered, shaking her head. "What did Rosalind do to you?"
"You know it was her?" Saul asked, unable to take his eyes off of Farah.
"Positive," the mind fairy replied. "I sensed her magic in him the second I touched him." She rose to face Emerisa and Baxtor. "He didn't kill her on purpose. It was Rosalind acting through him. She's the zealot you want. Not him. Please, get him help for his leg. Please!"