Rita, in the meantime, is trying to use her third eye to discern what's happened from a magical perspective.

"Fire, ice, and Creation..." she murmurs, her eyes focused on Ignatius. "I didn't think such a thing would be possible, but to think even a true fae's essence can be changed..."

It's incredible. But clearly, Ignatius isn't as impressed as the rest of them are. Rita's not sure there's anything that can be said to make him feel any better about that, but...

"...Look, this is probably a lot to take in, but chances are that Gild could use our help about now. The Mother of Invention's probably getting ready to finish this. This could be our chance to turn the tables."