Fenris does his best to not give away any pain he's feeling. Though he knows, deep down. Cyril knows him well enough to know when he's tensing up- the twitch of his jaw, the flex of his fingers, the stiffness in his shoulders- all tell-tale signs of what he truly feels. Still, that very fact Cyril knows him is what helps- he talks, and Fenris listens, nodding, occasionally offering small words back. It's almost comforting, if it weren't for the activity at hand.

When Cyril finishes, he offers a smile.

"Thank you, that....has been a big help," he pauses, unsure for a moment, before taking the plunge and continuing his thought. "I'm sure I'll sleep better when you return."