"...P'rihnn, don't splash water all over the place, I'm trying to keep it clean," Felih whines, with another deep sigh as he goes and sits, still just in a towel, now taking his turn to eat some food. He needs some food in him, and the fish and vegetables are especially welcome- though the instant Felih sees fruit, he's starting to pick it all clean.

"...I don't know what to think. He won't be open with us, the people are just as wary of him as they are admiring of him, and no one truly seems to know much of him at all- especially where he came from and how! He's been here for a century at least- and he says the tower's been like this a thousand years..."

"Not to mention, there's not much he told us about your predicament, or why it is that you remember your Scions falling soulless while I remember my companions being hale and whole at home." His ears droop.

"...I'm sorry. Supposedly you were dragged along because of me."