Gyre gives Fen a sad, fond smile, wondering if there's anything he can do to help them remember. Not right now though. He turns back towards Twelve and his eyes widen as she just uhhh demands he shoot her from right here?

"Is that really what you want?" he asks, taking the arrow out of the air and hooking it to his belt. He strings his bow, bending the metal back with a practiced motion.

"I was actually planning on running into the trees and trying to get you from there but... this'd be easier."