"It's not that I'm uncomfortable," Cyril replies thoughtfully. "It's more that I'm not sure I would be be any use in a fight. I'm saying that I don't think I'll be a capable fighter."

"I used to be a hunter, and pretty decent with a bow, but I've spent the last handful of years as a pampered indoor pet. I don't even have the muscle in my arm to use a bow well in a fight."

He frowns a bit at the thought, realizing how many of his skills he had lost. "I should work to correct that, but for now I wouldn't want to be a liability. You'll have to protect me as well as counter what the slavers are tossing at you. I'd do more harm than good."