Billy
Alyus remained quiet for the time being, the queen's apology meaningless as he took no offense to her words. He knew what she meant, and never in their many years of knowing one another had either fallen on the other's bad side. Alyus trusted Dhakashira, it was why he was here now requesting her aid in this issue regarding Feyre. The king's eyes widened, though he remained quiet as he watched Feyre's blood react in such a volatile way. Ashira's question was one Alyus could not answer truthfully, as he did not know. Tomira did not say what specific magics she used upon the human's blood. "I cannot say for certain, though based on my confidant's reaction and urgency, I imagine so."

The bear king's crystal blue eyes turned a greyish purple as flame enveloped them. Watching with baited breath to see just how Feyre's blood would react to different magic, Alyus could feel his muscles tense. Bracing himself somewhat, neither he nor Ashira truly knew what would happen the more her blood was poked and prodded. The only way to find out was to test it's limits, and so Alyus fell silent as he watched Ashira work her magic on Feyre's blood.
Arthur
As the dark elf queen toyed with the thick substance held within the vial, each magic only seemed to agitate the blood further. All magic applied to the ichor caused that same white lightning to crackle and pop wildly, but strangely the only magic that caused little visual reaction was Ashira's attempt to delve into the blood as if she were reading an individual's mind. Lightning still coursed up and down the vial, some stray bolts even occasionally striking the queen's dark blue skin, but none causing a significant amount of pain. Visions would appear within Dhakashira's mind- each of an eerie familiarity.

Ashira would recall Caleesi's visions, they way they flickered and change with such rapid intencity it was difficult to make out just what the Grandmistress was seeing. The same could be said now behind the queen's eyes, as if she were teleporting from location to location within milliseconds. *A throne room of blue, white and gold- a terrible fire- was that a... A manger? A star- surely what Ashira saw was a star or an orb of some kind within that throne room. Fire swallowing everything-* The visions repeated more until finally stopping the moment Ashira stopped her spell. Thankfully it did not wear the queen down as the vision from Sorevelle had. To Alyus, nothing seemed strange while Ashira had these visions invade her mind.

Marks from the crackling energy not only covered Ashira, but Alyus as well- and the desk that separated the two...
Billy
Each new magic caused Feyre's blood to react more angrily to being prodded. Alyus squinted his eyes, the white lightning quite bright to his light blue eyes. Pain struck his face and arms, but they were like small pinpricks, barely noticeable. Soon enough, it ended, and Alyus found himself taking in a large breath of relief that it was all over. The bear king had no magic of his own, and oftentimes felt defenseless against it when in the presence of someone so magically powerful. The more he thought about it the more Alyus was thankful Dhakashira was an ally and not an enemy. Meeting the queen's eyes, the beastwalker hardened his gaze as he noticed the marks the two seemed to share.

"We can't know for certain, and you know that." Alyus raised his voice ever so slightly. The emotion in Ashira's voice as she spoke his name reminded him of his mother, which was the exact reason he became so defensive. "She's not dormant, she's not- she's a living, breathing *Person*." Alyus felt at a loss for words. The feelings he was trying to convey turning to ash in his mouth as he tried to speak them. Silence filled the air between the two rulers, Alyus's eyes escaping Ashira's for the time being. Was this embarrassment or frustration in his chest? Perhaps both. There was immense desire alongside them to protect Feyre no matter the cost. After all, he had promised her he would time and time again.

He'd not be proven a liar.