Somewhere quieter is exactly where Gyre wants to go. He's not thinking about paparazzi specifically, but all the attention he's been getting since he became a knight, and especially since yesterday, makes his hair stand on end. He's been dealing with it all morning, and he just wants to go someplace else. Anywhere else will do right now.

While they walk, he's taking special note of Garrot's mood, and demeanor. He's glad the guy seems better. Better enough that he's joking about the precarious state of his brain just a couple days ago. Gyre's just glad he's feeling better, snorting in amusement to that first bit.

The change in tone ends up catching him totally off guard, and he slows his pace so Garrot can touch his arm. He glances down at it, returning his gaze to the other's as he reaches across his body and lightly touches the back of his hand.

"We're allies," he says, as if this explains everything about his behavior. In his mind, it does at least. Of course he'll help someone who's helping him. He'd never leave someone behind after getting hurt on a mountain, much less Garrot, a man he's been circling around since day one.