His own concern bleeds through; trees are burning, and that's not all right. He's already on his feet, into the bathroom, taps on full-blast and the water being vanished by Craft to be recalled once he's outside.
★ Lady Gabrielle, the trees need you more than he needs to be disciplined, right now. Care for the one that needs your care first, Lady, please. ★
It's said firmly, but with that hint of entreaty to soften enraged female nerves. It's not an order, because he's not hers and doesn't have the right to order her specifically, but it's treading awfully close to that line.