[There's a slight tilt of his shoulder beneath her hand, that tense alertness in his body fading as her effect breaks away from him. It wasn't unpleasant, but he's not sure how to describe what it had done to him or his powers. Abilities he's spent the better part of a decade honing on instinct, reaction, to be used only when needed to avoid draining his magic reserves too quickly, can't be so easily dragged from that corner. It was more than just a lack of skill or training- his stamina had needed time to grow as well. His father's magic fueled an army, and he could barely maintain three of his friends.

At her assessment, though, he nods, releasing the sword back into the ether, since holding it takes energy he would rather spare for more important training.]

That light is the power of the Crystal. It gives off the same kind of glow, and my family's like a conduit- power's meant to flow from it, to us, to the ones we choose to share it with.

[He'd been told to choose carefully, that they would have access to his Armiger and therefore his entire arsenal, along with the ability to stab him in the back with his own power, something that became a legitimate and literal threat rather than a cautionary potential after his father died. It's one reason why only his retinue has access.]

For my friends, the power's blocked when it gets to me. They can call their weapons in and out of the, um, "pocket", but they can't warp or dodge like me, and I can't pull other people with me when I warp. I'd feel better if I could at least do that much, but... I don't know how. Everyone I know who can do it makes it look so easy.