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Letting Lilie take the lead was wise even if it was unwillingly. What he would have given to free Delia from her chains, to assure her that she would be safe. It was a fantasy at this point in time, of course, but he would be lying if he didn't admit to himself that it was something he wished were true. Aside from his shock and anger he did find himself wondering why now of all times as well. Perhaps it was a subtle hint at confronting a part of his past that he thought he had laid to rest many years ago. Regardless it was the same as before, he could kick up a fuss and demand justice but nothing would happen. Nothing would change. He barely registered the next sequence of events as he was whisked away to safety. At the very least his mage had stepped up and for that he was grateful. Now they had paid one another in kind and the thought did make him chuckle to himself even if it was a hollow feeling. 

There was no getting the image of Delia in chains out of his mind even as he heard Lilie cheer. Of course, they were alive. And he wasn't finished just yet. Ben wiped his hair away from his face with his free hand, the sensation of the warm air touching his skin comforting him greatly. Now to focus on the task at hand. Far be it from him to quit when the finish line was in sight. He placed the opal cat on the ground as he copied Lilie and tried to dry out his clothes. The cold wouldn't affect him but he would rather not ruin his outfit, he liked these slacks in particular for their comfort. Once he was certain the air would take care of the rest he picked the opal cat up once again and approached Lilie, giving her a short nod.

[color=C0C0C0]"I am fine thanks to you,"[/color] Ben said. [color=C0C0C0]"Once you are ready and fully dressed to prepare for the cold, I believe it is time we took our leave of this place before the proctors decide to recall us. Shall we?"[/color]