Fenris took note of Cyril's reaction, brow furrowed. This would make or break the man. He would either emerge stronger for it, or he would become ever more broken until there were too many pieces of himself to put back together. Sometimes, Fenris wasn't sure which of the two he was- but he hoped Cyril would pull though it all the same. To have one of them win for a change.

"Sooner we move, the better. We have lingered here long enough."