"I understand," he says softly, leaning his head against Cyril's for a moment just to breathe in the scent of his hair. The thought of his elf disappearing like Metaari makes his chest hurt so much that he almost wonders if he's been stabbed.

It must be hell for Merrick.

"Tell me how I can help, kadan. I'll be here for you so you can be there for him." It was the best way he could help, after all.