I doubt he wants to fight you either. He just--can't help it like this.

[Sorey steps forward to close the gap between himself and Mikleo, trusting that Geir will help him to not get his head bitten off in the meantime. there's a tiny, tiny flicker of silvery flame in his hands, but it puffs out as soon as it comes into being.]

I'm sorry, Mikleo. But we're here to help. If you can understand me, try to calm down.