It was too easy. Ghent failed to hold back a laugh as Elayra took the bait. He was no longer laughing when she likened his skills to that of an infant chimp, however. Scoffing, he folded his arms across his chest, mimicking her without realizing it. 
	"You're just jealous," he directed his attention to the knot, waiting for Drust to struggle with it so he could prove his knot was superior. Instead, the knot came undone so fast Ghent would have missed it if he had blinked. 
	"[i]Seriously?[/i]" Ghent’s arms drooped. Magic was at work here, he was sure of it. There was no way his knot was [i]that[/i] bad. He didn't have to look at Elayra to know she was smirking. He practically felt it. 
	"Yeah, well. Something must be wrong with your rope.” Ghent scooped the rope up from the ground and began wrapping it into a coil, more annoyed than he cared to let on. He wished he was good at something besides running his mouth.
	He stiffened as Drust’s tone changed to something he didn’t expect. Was he worried over a katana? Ghent wondered if it had sentimental value, or maybe weapons were hard to come by in Wonderland. The boy nodded, confirming Elayra’s response as to where the blade was. 
	When Drust gripped his head, Ghent's heart went into a panicked frenzy. The Knight appeared distressed, as if the Curse was taking over again. Terrified, Ghent looked to Elayra, but the girl didn’t seem afraid. At least, not for the same reason he was. He stood by and allowed her to help Drust if she wanted to. He couldn't very well stop her.
	Ghent winced out of sympathy when he heard her gasp. Even though he and Elayra fought over everything, he certainly didn't want her to be in pain. He made an effort to help, but Drust took a knee instead. It was one of the rare times where they were about equal height.
	"You don't have to tell me twice." Ghent liked the sound of resting. He wasn't sure how his legs were supporting him. He dragged his feet toward the fire, freezing as Drust mentioned him having questions. 
	"Questions. Right." Ghent blinked dazedly, missing the look from Elayra. His mind suddenly felt very empty. He passed the coil of rope to Elayra before sitting at the opposite side of the fire. He sat there purposely so he could have both in his line of vision once Drust joined them.
	Ghent stared into the fire until the flames created an orange blur. Now that he had an opportunity to learn more about Wonderland, he didn't know what to do with it. He wanted to understand magic better, but he didn't know where to begin. He also had an increasing desire to ask about his mother, if he still had one. No one had mentioned her, which lead him to suspect a number of gut wrenching possibilities. 
	“When can I go home?” The first question flew out of his mouth before he had a chance to stop himself. He regretted it instantly, but it was too late to take it back. His constant thought was out in the open.  
	“I mean,” Ghent stammered as he looked to his hands, cheeks burning. “I know the portal’s busted right now, but after we take [i]her[/i] out, will things go back to how they used to be?” he braved a look in Drust’s direction, seeking him out for any shred of hope. 
	"And what's up with magic here? It feels...different. How am I supposed to get it to work?" The questions came naturally now. So naturally, that Ghent was barely offering them a word in edgewise.