"Lost my composure," he murmured, almost to himself. He wiped his hands clean with an expression of detachment. Then, glancing at Sylara, who was still watching him cautiously, he said, "My apologies, Sylara. I... let it get the better of me." His voice was flat, but there was a weight to the words, as though admitting any mistake pained him.
He looked up, his eyes sharp, and his demeanor shifted back into something commanding. "Come on. Let's go. Bring the chimeras."