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The noise around them died, a queer sensation on his skin alerting him to a change in scenery, and at that point Ben had to let out the chuckle that had been building in his chest. The satisfaction of getting the last word in on both Count Sinnenodel and Mr. Samael had put Ben in relatively high spirits. Now, if he could get this spell lifted and see again, the night would be right as rain. He could hear Lilie moving, the scent of dirt and plants around them giving him the impression that they must have been taken to the woodlands. He didn't need eyes to confirm his thoughts; years of hunting for sport practically marred the scents into his memory for better or for worse.

He listened with interest at the soft mumbling of his mage, waiting patiently as he fully expected Lilie to speak to him when needed. She instructed him to stay close, but he wasn't exactly sure how close or far he was from her. Not had he any idea on what she was doing. Presumably, she was reading, but from where or from what, he hadn't a clue. He honed his listening as she finished speaking, but the gentle pull as she led them away let him know that she had apparently made up her mind on what to do next. It seemed she didn't need him after all. It did present a chance to see what had caused the minor drift, though.

[color=C0C0C0]"Well done,"[/color] Perhaps the praise was premature, but he hoped it would soften her some. [color=C0C0C0]"I do hope if you find yourself lost that you would think to ask. Even without sight, I can always offer some insight if need be."[/color]

Ben cleared his throat as he decided to broach the topic. [color=C0C0C0]"That said, I can't help but notice that you have put some distance between us. Have I offended you any further?"[/color] He asked.