"I doubt trying to ask her would go over well," he says wryly, with just a bit of humor.

He glances down at his arm. The Rose Queen was old and had history with the Rose, so he won't doubt its origins. Either way, it seems to be having the same effect.

"I have been... feeling a pull of its energy I had not experienced since I physically held it." He starts slowly, deciding to be honest in case this goes sideways. Something deeper must have been changed in him. "It feels like the Rose's will fighting with my own. I have been trying to keep it tempered."

Just, you know, that leaves him with a crap arm.