Tyki's eyes shut and he shook his head. "No, It was necessary. I still have to talk to the general. Unless I want a second life ended in a spray of bullets. There's more to explain but, for now we have time." His grip was steady but while firm, wasn't crushing. It spoke however briefly, of control. Then he let go and stepped back. "As long as the storms keep hitting like this, and support in a fight I can offer will be at full capacity despite my injuries. ...if you were comfortable with my aid."