Syrlya doesn't hesitating in drawing his blade and shield to deflect the Wyldkin. He can't afford to be merciful when they have people who can't fight in their ranks, so he doesn't hold back any combination of magic and sword to take them down. His gaze is sharp around the group, and if he sees a vulnerable spot he teleports himself across to contend with those foes.

They're both right. They can't afford to sit here in a losing battle of attrition, but if they distance themselves from the fae working with them they're almost certain to be overwhelmed by the ones that catch on.

"So we move undetected or we need our allies to push us through. Enough of us can teleport others, we just need to know where to go."

Something precise that they can all focus on. That's a complete guess when they don't know the territory.