"He was speaking to me," Bene says to Lexie, the snit audible in his voice, but lessened considerably by the circumstances. He bends to pick up one of the drawings and inspects it, wincing at the sight. It's better than what's surrounding them, but not by much.

"Cute," he remarks flatly, and sets it back down, only to make a similar face at the growing miasma around Myr.

"Where have you been, Enchanter?" Playing at sarcasm keeps the whimper out of his voice.