The smirk fades as Gyre rests his forehead against Garrot's chest. As that sigh creeps out of the elf's mouth, Garrot can't help but move the hand from his neck to gently rest against Gyre's back, near his shoulders. Not quite a hug.

"Shh, I know..." He's not one to shy away from an opportunity to be supportive and compassionate to a friend, even though he'd much rather just wrap his arms around Gyre and squeeze until they both feel better. Maybe Gyre, like Haizea, could use a bit of positivity in his view of the future, instead of getting bogged down in exhaustion and worry. "It's a lot. But once we get through this, we'll have all the time in the world."