Syrlya shifts on his feet, folding his arms lightly as he considers how to respond to that.

"I am connected to the Blue Rose now, but I recall that it originates from the very first of the fae Queens and is not your creation. Its power is its own." He looks sidelong to the Summer Maiden and Queen for confirmation, although he knows he doesn't need it. "You were given responsibility of its care, of course, before losing it... but can you claim that your ownership of it is greater than the Queen herself? The Maiden?"