And, just like that, the moment is gone. Sorrel commemorates its passing by putting his hand over Cyril's face and shoving him away, playfully.

"Well, you still look like something a Halla and a ferret made when no one was looking," Cyril hadn't changed a bit, "Ma serannas, though, seriously. If I'd come all this way just to get eaten by a bear, Beleth would have killed me."