Fabrice inhales deeply, stepping back a bit from the bowl as he tries to clear that awful flash from his mind. He never expected it to appear while he attempted to scry.

He opens and closes his eyes before he realizes that Demetri's hand rests on the the small of his back, a sturdy presence that allows Fabrice to regain some presence of mind.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, hoping the other man doesn't believe his presence is blocking the location of Moira and James. "It's just...I can't get a grasp on their location; there's powerful magic surrounding them. I know they're in a labyrinth of some kind, I just don't know where."

His voice is heavy with shame; he feels guilty that he can't offer Demetri any more information than that.

"I think," he says, pausing to take another long breath, "I think whatever took them there is the same thing that attacked me a couple of weeks ago."