Cyr looked at ben and smiled, seeming to be straining under the weight of the teenager in his arms. His expression suddenly changed to sulleness as the curtains ruffled lightly under the energy of his telepathy as he seemed to drift into the room. The ruffling stopped, as he dropped lightly to the floor, grunting.
"Give me a hand, would you...?" Cyr asked, moving to the bed.
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