[What can he say? Diluc has always been known for waving his sword around. That hasn't changed after being brutally humiliated in front of the entire island, but he does turn to heed Syrlya's call, staying his blade.]

Ah.

[A slip of the tongue. Of course a tree would look out for his fellow trees, but... well, this is a little embarrassing. Ahem.]

My apologies. I would use a practice dummy were there any on this island, but in lieu of that, I've had to get creative.