Tyki's hands lift off the edge of the smoothed wood in order to stand up fully. His heel cranes into the dirt under his sole and he turns to face him with lidded eyes. He's content from the golden apple still and it is hard to be angry at anyone right now.

"Exactly how did you mess up with the Rose Queen?" he responds just as quickly as before. He won't take an apology without it meaning something. Even then, there is a point that needs to be made. Trust that needs to be re-earned.