At the offer to have Sam carry Sina, Cyril instinctively tenses. He wraps his other arm around her, holding onto her a bit tighter without hurting her. He doesn't mean to respond that way but it's instant - a panic that grips on him unbidden.

Slowly, though, he forces himself to relax. "Did you want to ride on Sam's back or have me carry you?" he asks Sina, letting the little girl make the choice of who carried her. "Or, of course, you could walk." He offers the last one with a bit of a smile.