"Good." Macklyn breathed a sigh of relief. There was always a small chance that with his amount of power and the need boiling in him that he could accidentally scramble a brain. But Ariel was intact. All it took was a thought and she was released from the glamour.
He sat on the bench, smiling wide, a brow lifted as if she'd been saying something but had gotten lost in thought.
"You were telling me how you're able to speak now?" He prompted.