[@Belle]
Dagon did not feel the change in temperature in the room, Winter was in his veins, and he'd suffered colder punishments. Though that did not mean he didn't notice the changes in his Queen's demeanour. She was not pleased with this state of affairs, and hated that she could do little about it despite all her power. Dagon felt all the more helpless that he knew he couldn't be of much more help to change the situation either that his beloved Queen was in.

[i]Bemoaning fate shall bring us little good, especially not for her majesty whom hast given us a task. We'd best have learned that if we desire to not be locked away again.[/i]

Dagon's eyes flicked at the blade now set against his side, [i]Sioc[/i] was truly awakening now. He could feel its power and the entity within it regaining its sense of awareness and now fully its sense of self. It wouldn't be long before it was fully restored.

It was right, of course. Better to focus on the now and not what might be or might have been. He returned his focus to Arys. 

"As you command, my Queen. I shall court this pet of the Fall King, learn what she knows of him and his machinations, and protect you from yourself, from now til whatever end awaits me."

No sooner had Dagon finished his promise than his ears caught the distant and faint sounds of crackling that echoed over the vast silence of Winter and penetrated its way even into the depths of the Winter Court. It reminded him of the sounds of vast, titanic chunks of ice shifting and crunching. He looked back in the general direction towards the door. Even in his state, he could sense something was amiss.

He looked back at Arys, his body already half turned to begin leaving to investigate the source of the unfamiliar noise, even in his still mostly naked, though not necessarily inadequately equipped, state.

"My Queen?"