She was closer to him now, letting him ramble on. His actions were unbecoming of an elf and it tore her heart to see him this far gone. Even if it were just from the root. She prayed he would take the antidote the more he spoke. If he still had the mind to realize how much it would help him. “You do not have your bow here. Please this will help.” She said pleading with him when he snatched it from her hand.<br/><br/>Flinching in shock she held her chest, feeling her heart pound a mile a minute. She had to take some calming breaths while the effects of the antidote took hold of him. Looking up the elder was glad to see he was doing better despite the fact he’d nearly given her a small heart attack. She heard someone stir behind her as the elf asked his questions. She had seen the brief flash of pain in his eyes before he masked it. She knew well enough to call him out on that and let it go.<br/><br/>“They are frozen because you were raving about something you should not have.” The elder said calmly when Abigail’s question of ‘what’s going on’ found her ears. Choosing to ignore that for now she said to Grenneth. “She was growing angry,” She indicated Abigail, “and since she is connected to this house she had to rest for a time to calm down. As for who sent me, no one but her when she called for help about some elf who was bleeding and half dead in her dinning room.”<br/><br/>Abigail slowly got to her feet a frown crossing her face when the elder ignored her. Her eyes saw her fellow witches frozen. What had happened? She’d heard some of it but she wondered what that ‘something’ had been he should not have said. Her eyes went to the elder wondering if she would tell her but had a small dose of panic when the elder spoke up again.<br/><br/>“Now, I am going to unfreeze them and send them away. We have much to discuss now that you are not crazed with root. To think an elf would be so reckless.” The elder shook her head disapprovingly.