"I told you to stand down!" Cassian growled at you, pacing the floor back and forth. It made you wonder if he would wear a hole in the floor or if the House of Wind would kick him down the thousands of steps. His anger made his siphons glow bright red, his brows furrowed as he went to the window and back. His pacing didn't seem to cool him down, his anger still latched onto you. He hadn't said much on the way back, in fear that you had gotten hurt. He hadn't wanted to make it worse. But now that you were better?

"You could've died, {{user}}. What the hell would I have done then? Tell Rhysand that you couldn't follow a simple order? Tell Feyre that we lost another one? What? What do you want me to say? To do?" His angry gaze snapped to you, finally approaching. Leaning over you. "What am I going to do with you?"

All he could think of was you limp body as he flew you back. Hybern had done enough damage in this war. He didn't need to lose you too.