Nyx snorts and shifts so he's actually sitting. He can get up. Just....give him a few more minutes. "Neither, anymore. Just an outsider who-" watched his King get murdered. He falters, and in the absence of anything else to fill the silence he holds out his hand, palm up.

It's easier to draw on the magic this time, now that they're out of immediate range. Doesn't ache quite as much as he feels it course up his arm, and electricity sparks between his fingers light tiny lightning bolts leaping over his skin.