"No, I- I'll get to work. I'm fine," Felih insists, with a small shake of his head. "The more information we have, the more likely this is going to end well, and... the sooner we can get home, presumably," he says, before taking a deep breath and straightening up, trying to perk himself up so he doesn't look so miserable to the city's inhabitants. He needs to be his usual cheery self if he's going to be able to chit-chat.

"Let's get to work, then," he says. "There's plenty of folk out and about to talk to."

And off they go. Felih spends quite a lot of time making playful banter with the curious (and slightly wary) denizens of the Crystarium, trying to win and charm them over, though he often finds himself having to apologize or smooth over P'rihnn's behavior. The other man is terribly rough in every sense- mannerisms, words, speech... It makes Felih's blood pressure rise from fretting about the man making enemies where they don't need any.

By the time they finally retired for the... night? (It's hard to tell, with the sky being so endlessly bright.) Felih is glad to finally just have a place to sit and rest and bathe.

"...you could do with being a bit more gentle and kind with folk," Felih eventually says, from where he's soaking in the bathtub and washing himself clean behind the privacy screen.