[He winces a bit to himself, but feels grateful when Cyril seems to just accept it. He really wasn't sure how else to explain something that most definitely sounded crazy.

He had most certainly reached a certain level of acceptance for things he otherwise would have questioned, so he could sympathize with that.

He offered a small smile with hope tinged at it's edges.]

Feels like that to me as well. I...don't want to presume to know anything about you, though. The last time I did that with a friend here, I'm afraid it didn't go very well for either of us. So, instead, I'll start with what feels sort of obvious:

[He gestured to Cyril's arm.] Does your arm still bother you here as well?