[He may be oblivious at times when it comes to other people and their thoughts or feelings, but if nothing else, Cyrus is ever observant, and his gaze quickly darts to follow her hand as it goes to her side. She seems whole, and yet—]

Are you injured after all, Miss Ophilia?

[Given the nature of their bodies here, he has to wonder if something happened following her arrival, although if memory serves him—

Well, if they remember the same things, then he supposes it wasn't all that long ago that she had a difficult run-in of her own.

He smiles faintly, and it doesn't quite reach his eyes, a somber air settling over him.]

I imagine in some ways, our sojourn here has offered us something of a reprieve.