Wesley had been going through his books, looking for some way to help Fred, while at the same time searching for ways to bring back the sun. This was one of the few times he could say he was glad that Illyria was here. If it weren't for her, Fred might have died. He shook his head at the thought. He would never let anything happen to Fred.
He looked up at the sound of someone's voice and left his office, looking at the two women with a measure of curiosity. Witches. Perhaps they would be able to help. "May I help you?" he asked.