Ben had the presence of mind to tell Jewell he couldn't work today, which was good. He'd been in a daze all day, more going through the motion of being a person than feeling it. He didn't know what had happened, or when exactly things had changed. This wasn't a big deal. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal. He'd told Aldous it wasn't, he'd told Elliott's mother it wasn't. Just a little blood, maybe some broken bones. Nothing he couldn't handle, and nothing he hadn't dealt with before. This wasn't a big deal, it wasn't going to be a big deal, and yet he was still... absent in his own body, for whatever reason.

He wandered out into the garden when he heard the crack of apparition, and was mildly surprised by Art's greeting. Obviously he'd known this had to be about the duel, but he hadn't really conceptualized what there would be to talk about. He should have known this, of course, because Ben had been a second before. He'd done this, and he knew the routine. Still.

"Uh, yeah, alright," he said, finding a tree near Art's and mimicking his stance. Mirroring someone else's body language felt easier than having to exist in his own right. "What things?"