As Cyrus was left feeling sorry for himself, Rulan interrupted his train of thought. Turning his gaze to the Casseion, the desert prince was a little surprised, which was evident in his wide eyes. A student could be told a thousand times about the ferocity of a lion, but until they met with one face-to-face, all that terrifying demeanor would be nothing but words. 

Currently, he was confronted with the cruel, harsh words of Rulan. He did note that the curse that had been placed upon him would probably make Rulan more miserable. The thought made a smile creep upon his face. Though he too was a victim, Rulan seemed to be really irritated; his face was twisted into an even more terrifying expression. 

Simply, it was like a slap in the face. Cyrus really wasn't brave enough to talk down to a Casseion with their fanged smiles and fearless persona. He decided then that this young man would be a burden. If he was to deal with the other male's snide remarks, as if he was some sort of twisted commentary, for he rest of his life, Cyrus would most certainly go crazy. 

He nodded half-heartedly. "Shut up." He said softly, though he did as he was told and straightened his back. "Let's go. We have to travel all night to make of to Blackfoot." He said, referencing the nearest town. Knowing he didn't have to wait, Cyrus began to walk.