[ At his own end, Regis bows his head, exhaling, but also relaxing a little, and the gratitude - and affection, and honestly - seep through the connection. ]

And I will be your king, as long as I am able to.

[ Regis... he truly wishes that he could have done more. That he had had the energy and resources and... future to give to those who risked their lives in a war that they didn't start, and they lost so much to. (He could not start it, either, though he did fail to stop it...) But it does not matter. Even those who wished otherwise had fought so that those who could not fight had been safer. That was enough. For those who mean more...

Regis's thoughts clear up with her laughter, his focus returning to the present, rather than treading the paths of what was and might have been. The chill that has started lightly permeating the air around him dissipates, into a glitter quick like frost flecks reflecting bright sunlight.

Instead of memories, he blinks for a moment, warmed by the sharp, unconditional, knowing affection that she has for Nyx Ulric. He has... he has had friends like that. And he is truly happy that such bonds are there and just as unbreakable. ]

I think you will need to speak with Lunafreya about the details on how grand a show he made, but the last part, I do not doubt.

You have worked close with him?

[ Safe topic, no? And as neutral phrasing as he can manage, even if it is wrong, and he knows it is wrong. Fought by his side. That is the right phrasing. But maybe a little breather from the memory of fighting will be best.

She is a Glaive, and will remain a Glaive, but all soldiers have off-time. And it is not to be taken away. ]