Fenris watched them for a moment, milling about, quiet. Seeing how they adapted, nothing them interacting with the castle staff. They were fine, it would be alright. A tension slips from him- not completely gone, but a spring is unwound. He turns to give Cyril a wry smile.

"I spent many years in Kirkwall with the Prince, before he returned to his birthright. When I am near Starkhaven, he is only too happy to help any freed slaves in need to get onto their feet once more."