His fists are balled at his sides, trembling from barely held-back rage, but he listens. What he hears doesn't exactly make him feel any less like socking Maxwell in the jaw. His wife was suffering from that level of confusion and he thought her consent could be trusted at all? Yes, he realizes it was an effort to help but... he should have been there, dash it all.

He takes a very slow, calm breath in. Holds it. Lets it out.

"If I bring her back to that circle, can you reverse what has been done?"