Gyre's words and actions come quickly, at least by Garrot's addled standards. Doctor... doctor is a good idea. Machines and medicine and beds. The kid's safe with Gyre, but the elf is... telling him what to do? To... use him for support. But. If something went wrong, the kid. Could get hurt.

"N-no, I-" He stumbles over his words again, taking a deep breath as much from exertion as anything else. Garrot's the doctor. The one who helps everyone! Gyre can't carry the both of them. It's dangerous. Unfair!

"More." A hand becomes a fist. The arm trembles.. Nothing. "More!" Garrot commands himself. The other hand's fingers snap. Still nothing. No clone. "M-more...?" He's spent. Defenseless. Something is very wrong with him.

So he steps towards Gyre. Eyes wide. Breath shaky. A hand moves gently to the wild elf's shoulder. Is Garrot... scared?