"Ah."

He falls silent for a long moment. Then - Well. The magic here feeds on regret, doesn't it?

So. So, there's another moment of silence. And then, before them, two figures manifesting out of the shadow. It's like a wordless play for the two of them to watch, consisting of a pantomime of a Byerly, coming to a pantomime of Benedict, and freeing him from the cell. Letting him walk out into the light.

Byerly looks down and away, guilt and misery churning in his breast.