The woman before him looked sour and filled with a slight disdain. Most likely for what ever had just happened to her, though he had maybe a small idea. He kept his distance still out of respect, not wanting to add further issues to the already annoyed girl. But he did quirk an eyebrow at her in response to her comment. Try me, you might be surprised. Cyrus gave her a small smile, a gesture that spoke of a calm and silent kindness he was trying to bestow. An attempt at being the guiding hand that she might need but most likely wouldn't want.

If so, there would be no offense taken. Cyrus was also one amongst many others that still tried hard to hold on to his independence. It was one of the few things he still took pride in, but wondered if that was all he had left. What I can tell you, is that if you are new here, you happened upon this place in a pretty awful time. Winter has been pretty harsh this year, with some kind of awful plague and darkness shrouding the land. Better keep your wits about you. A fair warning to the newcomer in hopes that she would take the news with a heavy consideration going forward.