Peridot looks vexed. She's still pretty confident that she made the right call here but, she also super didn't expect this sort of result, nor did she expect Ignatius to take it so poorly. Right now she doesn't really want to grasp the scope of just how changed Ignatius really is, or why this is such a big deal to him, because she doesn't have the time or energy to spare on feeling guilty. He has new powers. That should be a good thing, right?

"Look. You're a soldier, right?" she says carefully. "If you're upset about the side effects of the changes wrought to your form by the healing energies of the very power of existence itself, then let's go take it out on the pebble who put that ice magic in you and made you need that healing in the first place," she growls, punching her fist into her open palm. "We can all sit around and have existential meltdowns after we've wrecked her business."