[@Aristocles]

Fasuto's eyes widened as the portal snapped shut. It's on him to tell it if he was in danger or not.

"Oh wait.." He said looking at the lady. "You're Sir Ophion's wife?" He asked, with a smile. "Not to be rude, sorry. He's uh.. he teleported me here as he go around some of those rust-ants creatures." He half-lied. Well, it wasn't really a lie. 

He transferred the silvery sand to Ophion's wooden bowls he found empty in the strorage shed, making this bowls to exist drains magic. He made them disappear, it's parts turning into cyan hexagons, scatters, and disappears into thin air.

Ennave have greatly appreciated Ophion's good deed. She whispered something to Fasuto, her yellow vibrance was fully visible in the fox' left shoulder. On the shoulder pad.

"My name is Fasuto, ma'am. At your service.. I guess." He introduced himself and quite unsure about it. "I mean.. I wouldn't mind helping out." He offered to help with a gentle smile. Part of him asks if Ophion kinda made it out. Part of him reaaally wanted to battle them and show off a little.