Iestyn, who had been looking between them a little nervously for the outcome, shook his head slowly, mouthing, "Noooooo..." He would be quite happy to leave this apartment and that looming circle of runes over his head, and the bag of rotting food, especially if it would help Hermes regain control of himself.
Meanwhile, apparently Henry was in command of this situation now, and Iestyn was kind of relieved, honestly.
"Having someone here would probably help," he ventured. "Being alone makes you stew in your own thoughts."