Tharron watched, in silence. Though there was no way for him to show it, he was greatly and truly intrigued. Magic permeated his body, suffusing every part of it, ebbing and flowing through him at all times.
He was on constant look-out for those who would use putrid, hateful and unnatural magic. So he could impale them with extreme prejudice.
Regardless, he was quite interested by the simulacrum of his power.
"...that is. Odd. I do not know if I like it.
Regardless, it is welcome. Sentinel, do not bother our ally. If she is casting some shadowy and unnatural art, it is far, far, far less dangerous than the thing we are fighting against."
Tharron went to sit down, slowly, and pluck his daughter from his shoulders. She blinked, blearily, glancing at the Sentinel and at Rin.