Gyre watches them turn away, unsure whether to be relieved or nervous how Twelve will react with no audience. At least they'll be safe, he supposes.

Except then, they're in a bubble and Twelve is demanding she stays. Gyre gets immediately flustered, his entire body tensing and he swings the bow towards the ground. It's completely neutral. There's no way he could shoot her from here, and that's because he won't. Not while she's controlling them like this.

"Let her go. If she doesn't want to watch, don't make her."