As Seven starts vomiting caltrops profusely, Garrot makes the executive decision to go back to basics. That means the Garrot that tumbled to the floor is gone in a gentle puff of golden-bronze dust, and if he's still got that gauntlet or crowbar at all, they're definitely gone too. Just in time for Gyre's incredible vote of confidence. If he didn't know any better, it'd be like another day of surgeries.

"Ugh, shut up and catch your breath. I know what I'm doing." The bugbear's disdain is impossible to ignore, especially with the dirty look he shoots Gyre. Garrot Murtakhor is a world-renowned trauma surgeon, he won't take orders from this hermit. He will tell the elf to take care of himself though, which is in stark contrast to his tone.

And then he takes a big step away from both Seven and Gyre. Can't give the impression that two Knights, people who kill Seven, are being secretive. So he goes back to being authoritative.

"Xaljim, get me two big buckets of drinking water for Seven." If the monkey could do it the day before, he could do it today. And even if Seven isn't thirsty, it'll help with cleanup.

"Ten," he calls out, firmly emphasized to cut through the vomit chaos, "is this normal? Any ideas?" Seven's in distress, Nine is busy, and if Ten can't come up with anything, Garrot'll have to ask Five. Even though he'd much rather laugh at the face she was making until his own turned blue.