[He nods at the question, not thinking it wise to articulate beyond that. His clothes were particularly valuable to him in specific, but there's no reason to let others know that or why they were of value.

Also, he feels... faint, now. Oh. He has overdone it, but he'll be pretending he hasn't. The grab of his wrist would normally make him tense and pull away, but instead he's slack in the grip. He's also been putting off sleep and now he's gone and used his magic to top off his exhaustion. Silas smiles, soft and kind and tired]

You're welcome. Uhm, can I ask you a favor in return? You're not obligated, but, [he's fading fast and he'd been avoiding sleep as much as Cyrus, he could gather that from the man's behavior]

Would you sleep by me? I want to be left alone, but... everybody is getting so touchy, a-appearing a pair might keep others away? [This man seems to have a kindred attitude about that, not wanting any funny business.]