Felih’s swatting and batting at him in protest only makes him grin for a moment, apparently pleased to be such an annoyance. Even so, he keeps his focus on their mission.

“It has to be the Lightwarden. We haven’t exactly been talking about Minfilia out in the open,” P’rihnn points out, though Felih’s uncertainty makes him frown, because... what if he doesn’t, and he does somehow know of their plans? Is he always watching them? It seems like he does watch the cityfolk...

Well, no use thinking about that now. He shakes his head, then whirls around and places hands on hips decisively. “To Kholusia!”