For a few moments, Garrot just breathes, appreciating that his neurons are all firing, that he could still stand, still think straight, still breathe. That was one field test of his powers that he never expected to get, and never wanted to repeat.

"You should never want to feel scared around me, Zafika." The words are soothing, gentle, and the closest thing he'll get to apologizing, and his arms wrap around them a little tighter.

"You need to break that habit. Now." And now he's slid into a stern parent voice, with one hand gently rubbing against their back. "There are civilians, fans, the other Knights, and the Princess!" And then he just sighs, breaking the hug and stepping back a bit so he can cup their face in his hands and look as close to those eyes as he can get as his tone turns grave.

"If you ever hurt anyone like you hurt me there, you will never see the sunlight again." It's an admonishing, a warning, and a threat all in one. But he sighs again, and just looks towards the floor.

"Is... is it okay if I get angry?" He takes another deep breath. "Not like yesterday, I just... I need to get what happened off my chest so I'm not giving you funny looks through dinner." You literally petrified him and he sounds like he wants to try and let it go, Zafika. Garrot must really want to share this dinner with someone.