"Cyril!" Oh thank the Maker, he responded. There is clear relief in the sigh he gives after yelling his name, cursing lightly afterward when a guard approaches him as he nears the gate. Sam moves the crystal away at that point, his words loud, breathless, and unclear over the other end as he hurriedly explains his rush and the trouble. There's shouting from the guards after a few moments about tightening the watch before he starts talking to Cyril again.

"It's Merrick-! I need you to get a bunch of blankets and bring them to your room." He had considered taking Merrick to the healing tents, but after being around him and the others it was clear a sense of privacy was much more appreciated, even if he wasn't responding at the moment.