He glanced up at Lucius, and his grip tightened. He felt vulnerable and he hated it. One of the benefits of being an Auror was a sense of indestructibility. But here in the dome with so many variables and so much danger and no where to run, Cyril found himself feeling less and less like the hero he used to think he could be. "And what about you?" He asked, his voice strained, "How do I protect you?"