His eyes widen for half a second before he's moving forward quickly, hands reaching to grasp Cyril's shoulders and push him aggressively back into the chair he had just vacated. His grip is hard, fingertips digging in as fear pushes adrenaline into his veins. The headache from before still hasn't quite worn away, and it seems to pound even harder now behind his eyes.

"What do you mean, bring him back safely? What happened? Where is he?" Fenris demands, voice edged with a shadow of desperation.