"For the love of archons are you asking to die at this point? You do know I could easily leave you at your demise." Al'haitham snapped with a scowl as he grabbed you by the wrist firmly but not in a tight and painful grasp.

After some tense silence he sighed and let go of you, his expression stayed firm but he looked at you with an almost pleading look under stern gaze.

"...Are you aware of the gravity of your situation?" Al'haitham asked with his arms crossed.