[ At the word, Somnus lowers his gaze. Trust was ideal, yes, but sometimes it was a matter of necessity to give their power to more. ] The receiver forfeits nothing, for to agree is to receive a boon. For those who would give it... [ He shifts.

Somnus frowns. His tone drops in pitch, as if this is a weakness that is difficult to divulge: ] It brings vulnerability. [ Using that power against them, as it were. Or to a lesser extent, being responsible for whatever mistake or misfortune that soldier caused others with that magic. ] For some descendants, the scale was risk versus necessity.... [ Somnus lowers his hand from his chest, looking at her. ] But, indeed, trust was the foundation of forging a connection.