Syrlya remains taut with the last limb cut free as Herbert dives into the egg space for more supplies. At least, until Rita gives over the bracer, and Ignatius manages to draw his power back to recreate his arm. Then his shoulders relax, lowering the vorpal blade. He listens as Ignatius explains, and it makes sense enough that he won't press him to try. He's seen the volatility of Ignatius' power. He won't assume Ignatius is having baseless worries about his own powers.

When he brings up his shared power, however, it brings Syrlya's mind back to a conversation he had with Strange. 'Someone will have to give it back'. His gaze drifts around to everyone else in the room as he considers it. His strength has become vital to theirs as long as the Mother of Invention steals it away. Rita, Peridot, Zangetsu... they really need that little bit of magic they have right now.

"Then take it back from me." But he doesn't. He hates being without it, but if he steps back and thinks about it he can acknowledge his magic is doing little else for them compared to everyone else, and Ignatius needs the strength to escape.

He moves the blade to his crystal hand and hovers the still plant one over Ignatius', looking slightly expectant for instructions on how to give it back.