Syrlya stands stiffly still at the Ringmaster's initial outburst and the transformation of the mirror, honestly not wanting to make a wrong move to get caught between the two. He doesn't move a muscle until the pillar tears through the cathedral and he looks up to watch the Ringmaster start flying off.

"... All right! We're going." He makes an absent gesture to the others--hopefully those who can carry others take the hint, because he can't fly anymore.