"Not immune," he licked at his lips, thinking for a word. That wasn't like him, not at all, but then they were in the sort of uncharted territory they only ever ventured into every other day or so. That was one reason why he didn't rush off to Her side. So long as he had Benedict, he didn't need to. Neither bird nor human had made that connection, and if neither of them did, the Tuatha Queen almost certainly did not. She didn't see either of them in the exact right way to connect such dots. If she did, would she be relieved or would she be aghast? But there was a word he was looking for and having found it, he decided to try it out. "Neutral."
So much work and it was only exactly as the raven had thought it, but of course, for Glenn, it was a positive thing. "This is tricky business. All of this," and at that he gestured to papers upon papers stacked in the corner of the room. Research. As you noted, Glamourie. It follows rules but they are a symbolic sort. Don't step off the path, right? That's the heart of all of it. Extrapolate that out, Benedict." As a magician, he was, as he was in all other things, a sophist. The things that went bump in the night specifically went bump, specifically in the night, because you could not reason with them. Otherwise, they'd sip tea in the daylight. But then his stubbornness to agree to that one simple tenet of reality had gotten him so far, earned him so much, and cost him all the more.
And it had landed him right here, with a talking raven, a fairy queen, and the bard of all bards. "There are endless paths. Every decision you make can be on or of a path. Every attitude. Every desire. So long as I want nothing tangible, I am on the path. So long as I do not crave power, I am on the path. So long as I am pure of intention, I am on the path." No fingers rose up as often did when Burnie started his lists. He did snort just a little at the end, another rare occurrence. "So long as I am good as dead, I am on the path. The moment I take a breath and want something more than a steady, balanced, even exchange that is for the sake of itself and learning for the sake of learning, that is when I am off the path." He did not look at Benedict then, but past him, through a wall towards the direction that he, mapmaker that he had been, knew the Queen and her camp might be found, no matter how many miles away. "And not a second sooner."