"That was weeks ago," Tyr confirms, his shoulders drooping faintly. He follows up, sarcastically, "I suppose I could claim to have returned from a bad future, but the truth is it seemed rather like we had things figured out. So if this is some cosmic ploy to save us, I haven't the faintest idea how it's supposed to work."

The lot of it is matter of fact, nevertheless, and whatever unsettled note had touched his tone and expression is already smoothed over. He's standing at ease now, and though there's no pretending he isn't armed from head to foot, Tyr is once again just as calm and collected as if he wasn't.

"That said, kicking down doors and demanding answers seems to be an option." Calm and collected enough to defer to Dylan's judgment for the time being, at the very least.