[Cyril's face sinks, even though he knows she can't see him just yet.

He wishes he knew the words to say to make this okay for her, but they completely fail him. He isn't good at love and relationships. He tries to start with several things and then rethinks, until finally...]

I don't know what to say, lethallan. You tell me what you want to do, and we'll do it. You want to go somewhere and scream? Or beat up a pillow? Or spar? Perhaps we should sneak onto that ship and deface the paintings? Or devour some comfort food? Get lost in the woods of the planet we are near?

I'll do any or all of it with you, if you need.