"Well, that's lucky," Cyrus said. "I really think I should go anyway, what if you --"
But before he could finish, the boy, looking remarkably spry suddenly for someone who'd had vertigo moments before, nodded his head (in thanks or farewell or both -- who knew?) and darted off into the crowd. He was short enough to be lost among them in the instant it took Cyrus to realize what was happening.
" -- And it seems like you'll probably get there all right," he finished with a sigh. Hopefully another dizzy spell didn't hit the boy halfway to the clinic -- what if he wound up on the cobbles, unable to stand? But he'd seemed determined to do it alone.
Ah, well, teenage pride, what could you do? With a shrug, his pockets ever so slightly lighter, Cyrus set back on his way.