"Not yet. Partly because I spent the past few hours magically fixing my own broken arm to a workable state, partly because I'm giving him space." Strange stresses, as he rubs his nose slightly in irritation.

"Considering that he left the conversation as soon as Gild started hounding him, I suspect he wants some time to himself. I'm giving him that. I'll talk to him when we're all less keyed up from this nonsense."

Said with an accompanying hand gesture to the burnt out remnants of the farm. This nonsense obviously means 'all of Polaris.'