It's not until she's healed enough to stop bleeding that the glow dims in his eyes and the smoke fades on the breeze. He doesn't apologize for harming her, nor does he seem particularly upset by his own outburst. Really, the only thing that bothers him about it all is that he had to do it.

With care, he puts the axe back down on the stump and moves to be a bit closer to Ianthe. "Is there anything I can get for you?"