Syrlya takes a step back as Tyki wraps the skeleton up. In this state, he's pitiful to look at. Syrlya's brow furrows before he looks to Tyki, then to Mari. He doesn't recognize her, but she certainly sounds particularly concerned. That's what he decides to trust her on, that she wants to save their Warden as much as the rest of them.

"We'll take it back for you," he turns back to the Warden as he speaks. "The Prince will not have any hold of you much longer."

All of their assurances are probably lost on him when he's like this, scared and lost and not himself, but what else can they say in the face of his murmuring.

Syrlya absently fiddles with his sleeve. "You can keep him steady? We should alert the Ringmaster. Hopefully she has a safe place for him."