"Whoa!” Ghent pulled his hand back, but wasn't quick enough to avoid Elayra’s grasp. When she reached for an invisible weapon, he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her. “Elayra, it’s okay!" he insisted, saying what he could to make her realize she was no longer in immediate danger. "It’s just me!” 
	Once released, he dropped down to a seated position, blinking once at the question. "Found one what? You mean Margen?" He followed her gaze toward their ghostly guide, a light smirk tugging at his lips. Smaya had been the one to summon the creature, but he didn't have to tell Elayra that. Not immediately, anyway. "Would you be impressed if I said yes?"
	He was startled out of his smugness by the intensity of Elayra’s stare. 
	“I know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t use magic on Drust." Sensing the ever-present disapproval from her, he made sure to deny having any part in the knight's current condition. “Margen did."
	With his name cleared and the blame foisted off on his rescuer, Ghent’s expression turned unusually serious as Elayra moved to stand, an action he didn't think wise.
	“This is the part where I offer to help, but you get angry and turn me down," he sighed at her stubbornness, speaking as if they were characters in a film. Slowly, he shifted his position so he was kneeling again, but he didn't stand.
	"Let me help you, alright?" Being quite stubborn himself, he offered her his hand. "You're hurt, and we don't have much time. I'll explain on the way.”