As Gyre began down the stairs, Garrot followed suit fast enough that he clearly must not have been worried about his balance anymore. Maybe he was fine, maybe Gyre's similar feelings have made him overeager.

"Let it go." Despite the words being dismissive, his tone is soft and gentle. "I've been doing this sort of work for years, and it's messy without weird magic." A sigh drifts into a chuckle, and Garrot's shaking his head. "I'm just glad nobody got seriously hurt from all that, you know?"

Garrot was more than ready for a fight, but he's undeniably glad there wasn't one.