Grabbing hold of Cyril's arms he helps him up from his spot, holding on even after to make sure he doesn't wobble or lean too far and fall over. "Yes, I am." They still don't know what is causing this illness or how to fix it just then, but he's confident that it will get sorted.

There are a lot of others sick as well though so it isn't like he can just sit and take care of Cyril solely, even if he would like to. "Is it just the fever bothering you?" he inquires, leading them to the tent.