Rhys was reluctant to stand down, but with a glance to Ezra, he did. His eyes locked on Roman, expression only snapping out of anger for a flicker of surprise, then faded into to thoughtful.

The siege. He'd thought about his responsibility as the Ahura since it started. It wasn't something that was going to solve itself, and with characters becoming real, real people were dying from it.

He was thankful Ezra was here to ask questions, finding his eyes wandering to the floor in contemplation.