Campanella had been drifting away.
His eyes rolled in their sockets as he bought his attention back to the present and a faint frown creased his brow as they bounced from Star to Briar Rose - more to the Shaman as her denial grew louder and more strident.
"I am sorry," he murmured, not quite sure what else to say.
Campanella's aura is a swirl of silver that bubbles into sharp, flickering, colours. There is a sudden and very massive flush of pink, which is gently washed out by light blue.