Cyril's eyes widened a bit. "Well, in that case I'm really glad it was broken," he says. "Better your horns than your neck." He reached up and touched Taas's chest.

He smiled a bit, showing he was happy that Taas had returned. "That's going to be one heck of a story to tell too," he points out. Now that he knows that Taas is alive and okay he smirks a bit, clearly thinking that Taas being able to tell stories about fighting dragons is pretty hot.

"Does it hurt at all?"