Cyrus misses the girl as she bends over, still sharpening his sword.  He lets the others talk, doesn't sound like anyone else has any more idea of what they might face than he does.  "I am sure we will triumph over anything that the sorceroress can come up with," he says, agreeing with the cleric.  Then looking up to Elyssa.  "Well, somebody thru their pillow at me, not sure what happened to yours though."