Oh! [he exclaims, rather loudly. Floundering a moment to make a proper introduction, he realizes, well, they're already holding hands.

He laughs awkwardly and goes a rather exaggerated shake of Cyrus' hand in his, after they're both on their feet. His grin is honest, maybe more than it usually would be since he's so tired and unguarded]

Silas, I'm Silas, Druid of the Springtide. A pleasure.