[Yeah, he knew it was a stupid question, but it was a question that needed to be asked. Ris just went through improv eye surgery, to get rid of an eye that was made of dark magic, or something incredibly close to it. And Mithos got to have a front row seat to see it! The fact that King himself wasn’t screaming into a pillow is a testament to his own self-control, he has no idea how neither of them ended up passing out during the whole thing.

He rubs at his eyes with the palms of his paws, stress starting to show a bit more on his face. So much stress in one day...]

It’s fine, Ris. You...probably would’ve done the same for either of us, right? Plus, even seeing magic stuff before, that was...new.

Now, important question, do you have any idea how that thing got there? It’s fine if you don’t, I’m just...very worried, in all honesty.

[He’s not angry, per say, just...extremely tired. He just wants this to not be caused by the conductor.]