Syrlya looks down at his hand--the one changes by the Blue Rose, hidden under his glove and sleeve--and his brows raise with realization.

"They are proven victories against the Fae as well. And don't they also involve the successful recovery of our people?" He smiles a bit, finding sense in Lambert's line of thinking. He looks aside to the others. "If the power of this defense is in our ability to act along with it, then they needn't be the real things."

It's the start of something, anyway, and that's more than what they had before.