[ Cyrus's expression falls, since naturally, he's disappointed to hear it. His smile is sad, but understanding, and he nods. ]

Then I won't trouble you further. But still, the iliachtida is yours to keep.

[ His smile at least warms again, even though it doesn't reach his eyes this time. ]

And you'll always be welcome in Springstar. If you ever feel like taking a look again, just come to the Seat of the Tribune. I'll grant it Meridian's light whenever you want.