"Oh..." Cyril blinks. For a moment, some of his agony and deep-rooted depression show on his face, but he pushes it away and takes a deep breath.

"I should get up then. Go reassure him. He's probably freaking out a little considering the last time he lost track of me..."

He has to push aside whatever he's feeling to reassure someone else. Again. He forces himself to get up by bracing himself against the tree.