Cyrus smiled as Wiflor moved out into the hallway. "Hey there." He walked up to Wiflor and looked down at her. "Hey, what's wrong?" He crossed his arms. "Hm..." He pet her on the head and then gave her a big hug. It didn't matter to him why she looked guilty, he'd still give her a hug to tell her that whatever she did, it was okay. He moved one hand up her back to gently pet her head. After a minute or so, he let her go. "Let's go get ready." He took her to his room and shed his clothing and kick off his shoes. He stretched a bit and approached his wardrobe.<br/><br/>He opened up the doors and picked out a simple clean shirt and leggings. He put those on and picked up his armor that was on a mannequin, slipping it on as well. He grabbed his bow and quiver full of arrows. "Alright. Let's go." He walked out of his room and into Atticus's study. They had to push past quite a few assistants to get there. They wee caring boxes of all kinds, probably loading up the wagon with supplies. The old wizard turned and looked at him.<br/><br/>"Well?" He asked.<br/><br/>"We're ready." Cyrus nodded.