"...Eulmore, huh. I suppose we ought to go poke around," Felih says quietly, before he leaves- or flees, more like it, still overwhelmed. The path down the tower is long and he has to take a moment to stop and collect himself, furiously wiping away at his tears and trying to quell the ever-growing heartbreak.

He'd never wanted that fate for G'raha. He'd never wanted him to suffer such a horrid awakening, a hopeless future of ruin... All he could do now is try his best to avert this Calamity, and give him something good to wake up to instead.

"For Raha," he murmurs quietly to himself, taking a deep breath, and continuing down the steps.