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It was out of character for Cyll to have been so quiet during everything that happened, but the sheer pressure of both Marshall and Oliver had caused him to promptly shut up for a moment. Even now, though, Cyll wanted to jump right out of the bed he sat on. To run after Mushi or Oliver or to go and give Marshall a piece of his mind, it didn't matter as long as the boy did something.

Instead he'd sat there, frozen in both fear and anticipation. Like he was some weak cub that didn't know how to fend for himself.

(What the hell, man?! You could've done something! No, screw that, you should've done something!)

Cyll clenched his teeth and nearly bit down on his cheek because of it. He turned his head away from Amanita as she asked him if he wanted seconds.

"No, thanks... I think I just lost my appetite."

Cyll threw his legs over the side of the bed in an attempt to start getting up. It was then that Marshall's spider senses started tingling, apparently, as the man had noticed something nobody else had. Cyll glared daggers at him.

"Oi, I'm getting real sick and tired of you callin' me-! Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?!"

Marshall raced out the door, prompting Cyll to jump down from the bed. He winced as his ankle complained, stumbling towards the center of the room to watch where the man had dashed off to. It was too late though; Marshall was long gone. Cyll cursed himself for letting that guy get away. He felt so powerless and that only lead to frustration. The erune fled his island to escape that feeling, damnit! But here he was, hospitalized in some stranger's hut 'cause he was too incompetent to take care of himself. Not only that, but when something clearly dangerous was about to happen around the person kind enough to pick him up out of the dirt, Cyll just sat an watched instead of doing something about it. And just now, something crash-landed next to the hut. What was his response to this? Stand around feeling sorry for himself!

"...Wait, what?"

The boy blinked twice as his thoughts processed that last part again. Worried that the weird guy actually went after the knight, Cyll rushed out the door. His ankle and Amanita both protested, of course, but he bit back the pain and mentally tuned out to her voice in order to check out what had happened. Then, in some shrubbery, the erune saw a small mushroom man recovering from... something.

"M-Mucu?! The hell is going on here?!"

Releasing the grasp on his sword's hilt, Cayde gave the woman named Hilde another look over. He knew how skilled the warriors of Niflhelm were and that it was most likely not the best idea to put one's guard down when faced against one, but despite their rumored battle prowess he would suppress the voice in his head that screamed for him to unsheathe his weapon. The nobleman did not stand alone and he had never heard rumors of a single soldier of Niflhelm capable of fighting off dozens single-handed. Even she would have to realize that starting a fight was suicide. That wasn't even taking into consideration her demeanor. He felt that he could take her word that she meant no harm.

"We only crashed here rather recently. I'm doubtful that any of us have seen whoever it is you're looking for, unless she's with us currently. You can check if you like, but-" he had begun to reply to Hilde, doing his best to emulate his uncle's tone of voice when negotiating with the other Zweite Junta members. He would be interrupted though by whatever creature had just attacked the wyvern above their heads, the rabbit running between their feet going completely unnoticed by him. Cayde had fought plenty of monsters and primals both during his time in Eradine's military, but at no point had he fought a creature such as the one that turned wyverns into food.

As it crashed the forest floor, Cayde let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't suppose that thing happened to land near wherever this medicine woman happens to live, did it?" At this point he knew to always expect the worst in these circumstances.