"Yet you worry still." As ever and as always, the Hero King's voice rings with a perfect calm, his tone only subject to change when in battle or so given to teasing. The latter, of course, is unlikely to occur (at least in this moment!), though for another Sion might have pursued the avenue to provide a measure of familiarity and of comfort. But more than anything, he knows Potemkin to be a soldier, and perhaps the only way to grant the man true peace of mind is an exercise. One of will, mind, and magic, for all that Potemkin seems ill at ease with it.

"And rightfully so, for I doubt there is a single soul who would not be unsettled by being the catalyst for magic which they did not know."

His head canting to the side, the long fall of his hair spills over his shoulder as he makes to seek out Potemkin's eyes.

"So I must ask you this: will you join me in an effort to recreate what happened here?"