Trust an Andan to confuse winning people over with wielding them well. Maybe if they were taught to rest appropriately they'd be called upon to die less Jedao thinks waspishly, but clearly it's not something to tear into right now.

"Okay. Well - I forgive you, then. We were both in a really bad place. I'm sorry I miscalculated with Eiffel, and I'm sorry I - let my self-destructiveness hurt you, too."

He wouldn't have obeyed if part of him hadn't just been waiting for the excuse.