The Autumn King had closed his eyes, clamping down on his temper. He was still seething, but this wasn't anyone's fault. Maybe they should have moved faster. It was hard to say. Too many unknowns, too many variables. Forcing his breathing to slow. Taking in the thoughts and preparing a path forwards.
When a question was directed to him, he slowly opens eyes any looked to Gerrit. "Only by moving one of the mirrors present - it would be better to leave as is, and I simply employ the same contract," he gestured to the Mirror still reflecting the images of the past. Looking to his wife, he added, "I realise you want to remove this threat, darling, and we all have some manner of scores to settle here. But blowing this up now also removes the closest thing to a direct access to Ann we have. The fact is we are no-where nearer to finding her and this is a bigger asset to us than a threat." His words were calmer now - there was nothing to be gained by turning on each other.
"A compromise, perhaps, to assure the worth of keeping this place. Open the gate. See what we can see. Not as an attack, but as you say - for intelligence. Look around, and out. We clear anything that remains in the orchard, and come back loaded for bear. To deal with this path and anything beyond. How does that sound?" He looked around. "Truth be told I'm as curious as everyone else what lies beyond; we will be back, so we should try and know what we're prepared for.. We can tweak this to our advantage. The weaker one's connection to the Hedge, the shorter a gate stays open. I have dedicated much to strengthening that connection to the Wyrd, so perhaps someone else should do the honours." Whatever else, diplomacy was an art as much as anyhting.