Syrlya's expression twists wryly... although it drops when it does for Zangetsu, faintly surprised.

"We managed to kill one of the Fae with no fatalities." Syrlya moves to prop himself up just a little with his arm, being gentle not to bend his back too much to be slightly more level with Zangetsu. "I would call that an impressive success. This is a risk I will survive. You've done well, Zangetsu."