"I should never have let him go alone," he seethes mostly to himself. His toes and fingers curl and relax again, hands opening and closing a few times before he stands again carefully to resume his pacing. The headache hasn't quite left - if anything, the sudden rise in anxiety has pushed it to be even more painful.

Fenris lets out a hard breath, shaking his head. "It may already be too late for that, if these mages can distort time. If we escaped we would need someone we could trust to take us back to the exact time and place we last remember being-"

He stops, his mind catching up with words, and he looks back at Cyril.

"Do you not want to go back?"