This was not the first ritual he had ever been a part of. The feeling of its magic isn't entirely foreign to him, though this was the strongest one he'd been apart of to date. Still, he had a lifetime of schooling his expression into perineal calm, so his expression doesn't so much as shift.

His grip on her tightened a little, not painfully but noticeably. It was a show of support, especially when she moved her other hand to her head. He wasn't sure if he could offer words of comfort without ruining the ritual so he keeps his silence.

And then the light from the skies disappear...as does the sound of distant chaos, so far away as to sound indistinct and almost like quiet until it was suddenly completely gone.

Only then did he let go. "Hopefully, it worked as intended...though there is no reason to doubt Morgana in this."