[Benjamin feels a pang of guilt for leaving Farrah behind. For letting her slip away from him in the first place (he shouldn't have taken a spoonful of cough syrup before sleep, but he had thought it might help both him and her sleep through the night - it had worked on one of them, apparently), for letting her get herself into trouble.

But this boy, who's been so broken down by everything that's happened here, has been through enough today. So Benjamin purses his lips into a smile, and pats his knee reassuringly.]

She's alright. Angus, Orpheus, and Elle were seeing to her, last I saw. I think she got off a little better than you did. We should take a look at that arm, hm?

[Gingerly, he takes Spongebob's wrist and looks at his injured arm. How bad are we talking?]