Cyril had just been settling down for bed when Fenris arrived and collapsed into the bed next to him. He was torn between wanting to let his friend sleep and wanting to tend to him.

"Fenris?" he asked. "I... Let me clean you up. You're hurt." There was more than a little concern in his voice. "You don't have to do much. But that means I'm going to touch you." He had to get at least a grunt of permission before he tried anything.