"What?" he asked, trying to sit up again. The guard pushed him down again and one of the medics looked over at Cal. "Keep him calm, please."
He looked up at her. His grey eyes were hazy as he squinted up at her, his hand coming up to rest on hers. "Are you okay...?"
“They... told me that they had found you. And they were going to hurt you.” He looked up at her. “That wasn’t true, right?”
A frown crossed his mouth again and he looked confused, squinting a little. "I... I'm having a hard time thinking right now... I'm sorry."
The medics finally pulled away from him and he visibly relaxed, trying to sit up again. The guards moved forward and he tensed, pulling back.
They only searched him for weapons before looking down at the medics. One of them appeared to be the leader, and she squinted up at the guards, folding her arms. "Don't you know that the Fae need special cells?" she snapped, folding her arms. "We have them; they're just down the hall." One of the guards spoke up. "But... he's an elf. He doesn't have any wings."
Ben looked at the ground, his brows furrowed and the guard who spoke squinted, pulling Ben forward roughly to inspect his back. When he saw the remains of the wings, he fell silent. "Fine. We'll move him to the fae cell."
