Syrlya holds his gaze right back at Ignatius, pausing enough for Rita to interject--and in that moment he's thankful for her boldness.

He smiles, glancing to Lambert, but holds the growing confidence from approaching his expression. "That's right. And she holds a stone to enhance her magic well above the potency of any mortal--it may not be a Queen's miracle, but it certainly grants her enough power that she can lay injury to you."

Or at least, that's what he hopes the narrative turns the bloodstone into. It's probably not far off from what a whole one could do, even if this is just a shard. He can believe that.