Ayrie was more ready for it this time when he snapped, so it wasn't as shocking.

"It's ok, I understand your frustration." she said, watching him rub his arm. The marks were reddening. "Those hurt?"

She immediately wanted to soothe them, and started to reach across the table before realizing she probably wasn't welcome to touch him. Not after that spark the night before anyway. She had an inkling it was because her sheilds weren't stable, but she couldn't patch them without Markus's help.

"I wish I could help you with that..."