[Cyrus has stopped short just before the edge of the ice, though it seems to be intent on spreading a bit further. He loosely curls his fingers into a fist and brings it to rest just beneath his chin, thoughtful.]

Incredible! They're entirely frozen— which means they'll shatter, if we're so inclined.

[He thinks they may very well be.]

Ice can be an effective weapon in and of itself, but it seems this time, it needs a little helping along! I've nothing more than a book and a pipe, but your swords ought to do the trick!

[His enthusiasm hasn't wavered in the slightest since they started.]