[There's some comfort in that, as terrible as he feels for it since he knows how it pains Cyril, but the familiarity is nice and something he can help with.]

I was. I assume you had a similar arrangement with the version of me who was here before? [At least, he hoped so, he couldn't imagine a version of himself who wouldn't offer to help.] I'd be happy to make that arrangement again. And with the balm, of course.