This certainly isn't going to help her reputation, and she turns her attention back to Tegamr who stops moving when she does. Claire sighs heavily and attempts to soften. Walking toward him, she speaks over her shoulder at her misguided helper.

"The masks, as I'm sure you know, aren't meant to be worn. They cause...side effects." She looks to Tegmar, speaking to him. "I apologize. But you were getting a bit out of hand. That's not quite you, is it?" He seems to be considering, though he strains his head backward as far as he can to avoid the mask being taken away. He can't go far, and Claire awkwardly reaches out to begin untying the mask. Once it's in hand, she looks at the young man beside her.

"See? No help necessary." When she brings up a hand to lower the roots and let Tegmar go, he seems to wobble on his feet, then takes off in a hurry toward home.

"I know I've seen a glimpse of you before. You aren't completely new. What's your name?" She turns the mask over in her hands as she asks, wondering how something so seemingly benign could cause a personality shift.