Gyre flinches when all those eyes snap onto him, ducking down and away, raising his hands to fend her off. He can tell she wants to throw him, but he does not want to be thrown.

"No. No!" he barks, taking a few steps away from her main trunk for good measure. "I know the way there."

He waits a beat there, making sure she understands and she's going to respect his choices. His eyes flick between Twelve and Five, trying to figure out where to go from here honestly.

"You know, if you got a little smaller, I might have an easier time playing with you," he finally says, quirking an eyebrow at the fucking giant monster in front of him. It's his turn to test things out now. He's just trying to figure out how she'll respond to this.