Gyre is just as confused by the Wizard's statement as they seem to be, blinking at them. Blinking again as the static rises in intensity in his ears, blurring his vision until he's gone.

He opens his eyes and stares at the sky, first tensing his hand where it's draped into the open air. He remembers waking up like this once before, not really understanding where he was, his body heavy around him. It doesn't matter. He hears the scrape of the hammer on the roof tile, and he rolls over, pushing himself to hands and knees.

Once again, he places his shield in front of them, demanding their attention, "Stop!" He starts to slowly push himself to his feet, hoping they don't take his posture as a threat even as he moves to stand between them and the next roof over.