Meanwhile, Gild has teleported over to the mountain ridge where carnival members are gathering, and Ignatius is just kind of floating around in the air above the water, looking for signs of distress. He really hopes that nobody got caught up in that. A strike from the combined force of two ancient Wyld Fae would be hard for any fae to take, let alone changelings.

He honestly shares Rita's sentiment, though he's not the sort to just straight up yell that. After being sure that Rita, Strange, and a few others are alive, he looks towards the dragon.

"They forced the hunting parties to retreat..." he observes. "It's a move in our favour... more or less..."

You know, minus the almost killing a bunch of them thing, but that's pretty par for the course with Wyld Fae in his experience.