“I don’t rightly expect so.” His exhale is slow, careful. He doesn’t even realize Fenris is suspicious, and so he doesn’t paint himself with false bravado or glory.

Maybe he’s just too tired to.

“Depends on how much damage you do beforehand. Devastate enough of the coven and...maybe. I could come crawling back. Play at being a puppet as long as the shard holds out. Bide my time for an opportunity to throw us both out into the sun.”