[@Wick][@timelord1101][@Caoimhe]

At first the suspension drove Clay insane, the inability to move, the trapment. It was everything he feared. Reason soon slowly came back to him with a wash of magic words and he seemed to slowly settle, the more he did the freer his body became. Eventually his feet crunched the dirt beneath him as he found total freedom. 

His eyes were blank and empty. The witch had robbed him of emotion. Alex would pick up only static. But it had worked, everyone was safe.

He looked down upon his attacker. 
"Be more careful." He said, his deep rusty voice flat and monotone. His eyes traveled over Alex's face as he looked towards the tavern doors, but they were void of any recognition. 

"I must rest." His statement sought the approval of Valyna, her magic lingered heavily around his mind. It dulled his senses greatly and will, even more.
Rest was exactly what Clay needed. He would come back to himself slowly, digesting his emotions piece by piece.