Matthias flexes his feet back. He turns to look back at Silver, eyes narrowed in consideration as much as in apprehension.

"D'you really think that? I mean, you said it, so--" He half-shrugs, bumping his own shoulder against his jaw. "But you might've only said it 'cos it sounds the right thing to say right now. D'you mean it? Like, d'you intend to help with that?"