Really, he's glad Gyre has so easily bounced back from that frantic state he was just in. It wasn't a good look, especially with Six nearby. He could be watching, he could tell the other monsters, and being restrained could be a pretty easily exploited weakness. Gyre needs to definitely not die again. But as Gyre steps back and trails off (cute...), Garrot takes the chance to gently place a hand against the side of the elf's arm.

"Yeah." He takes a moment to give that arm a little squeeze. It's partially for the sexual tension since that's who he is as a person, but more importantly he's trying to pry up one of those damn magical strings. But no dice, alas, so instead his still-teal eyes dart towards the others.

"Can you handle more of those shields while I break the chairs?" And then Garrot's eyes focus back on Gyre's lungs. Not to analyze, but to loosely emphasize overexertion. "If not, we can figure something else out."