Kit steps back reflexively as the creature's bony fingers scrape the edge of the mist. No matter how sorry she feels for him, she doesn't want to get grabbed if those fingers make it through.

She's about to say something else to him when she hears a familiar voice call out her name, glancing up to see Orcelito diving for her at top speed. For a split second, she's confused, but then realization hits. He must think she's under the musician's spell!

"Orcelito!", she calls back, waving to let him know she's alright. "It's OK; I'm not under his spell. I... don't think he has any magic any more." She glances back over her shoulder indicating the broken instrument he's clutching.