"Oh, certainly. We stole the Blue Rose from him." His tone is airy as he says it, certainly confident in how they secured the Prince's powerful artifact for themselves. Too bad they already lost a dozen people to him beforehand, or else this could all be over.

As Ginko leans in, however, Syrlya just raises a brow and gives him a wry, amused expression. "That obvious, is it?"

He's a plant. "These are not changes brought about by exposure to fae magic."