Realizing that Andreas is not going to wake up on his own, Ayden's frustration at having to stay on the sidelines mounted as Andreas still tried to sleep in the midst of battle.
~There has to be something I can do to help break the spell..~
Looking down at the water around them, Ayden wondered which was truly stronger in the mage's mind, Tyrinth's magical compulsion, or the mage's own desire to live.
~Finder forgive me for my actions are not meant to truly harm this good man...~
Letting Andreas' weight go, Ayden watched as the mage fell into the water, only to finish dunking his head under and hold it for a moment, hoping the sudden shock would register somewhere inside of the sorcerer's psyche.
"Damn it Andreas...fight back...we need you up here..."