"I'm fine, thank you." Avery thanks whoever was outside his cell before returning his attention to the one at his door. If Darklaw was still there by the time he finished with Cyrus, he'd talk to them. "I'm sorry about the fracture, but healing abilities? Are you a mage of some sort, or..." Avery pieced it together as he realized who he was talking to. "Oh, are you Cyrus, per chance? The head chef of our castle with those strange markings?" He asked. "If so, I must thank you for the meals you've provided through out the day. Helps keep my spirits up. And don't worry about a couple pebbles, I've been on the battlefield before and experienced worse. I'll be fine." The tactician explained, enjoying his company so much that he had a tendency to ramble on.