A grimace as Benedict clenches his fist, having not noticed yet that the explosion merited anything except the usual release of rift energy. Pleased that he was listened to, at least to some degree-- and moreso that Mobius is now giving instructions, so he himself can be more useful, he takes the downtime to generate a misdirection hex on the ground nearer to the Chantry sister.

The rift sputters; soon it will be ready for anchors again.