[He remains tense for a moment, looking aside to where Regis is sitting, trying to catch his King's gaze for a moment, wanting to see that spark of determination in his eyes before he allows himself to relent. Needing to see that he's feeling well enough to make that argument as though the tightening of magic in the air earlier hadn't been indication enough.]

If there's going to be a problem with the magic you'd have to ask them.

[Still strained but as much of a concession as he's willing to give. He doesn't like it but he doesn't have the strength to really fight it right now. Arguing is only going to delay how long it takes her to go tend to Regis.

As far as the magic goes magic that doesn't belong to him is rather second nature to him but if it's going to clash with the power of the Lucii (though he's not exactly sure if it's Izunia's or Regis' in him now) they'd know better than he would. Or actually-]

Though you're Glaive enough to know if it's going to be a problem I guess?

[Even if it grates on him, calling this woman a Glaive when he knew damn well she hadn't gone through the training and vows required of all who would enter the service of the King.

For all the good it had done them.]