Cyrus chewed his lower lip as he watched River, who sat on the ground cradling his unconscious sister. His eyes were filled with fear, and he trembled as he shook her, hoping to wake her up.
Their bruises were too severe, and the girl's injury was far worse than River's. Those injuries were unmistakably the result of beatings.
"Wake up." River stumbled as he shook her. "Wake up, Ophelia!" He was terrified.
"Calm down, she is not dead." River turned his gaze to Cyrus, his eyes in their golden reptile-like form.
"Thank you for saving us." He said calmly, and Cyrus nodded, seeing sincerity in those eyes.
"You must leave my kingdom. I have no business with Fireria." He stated flatly and turned away.
"I knew it! You are the ice dragon!" River exclaimed excitedly, and Cyrus returned his gaze to him.
"So?"
