"Yes, but now we have to mop it up!" Felih says back, fluffy tail twitching and swishing as he finishes up his dinner. He's fine with the silence, still trying to get used to his new adventuring companion. But the more he has to think on the Exarch, the more unnerved and anxious he feels.

"...I think he knows. But I think he chose not to say so," he says with a sigh. "Admitting your arrival was a mistake was probably already difficult enough, I gather. He's probably trying to sort out if he knows how to fix it."

"The people trust him. He's been a protector, a source of guidance and knowledge, but they're still wary since they don't know anything of him as a person. I suppose I feel just as wary because of it."