Felih flinches slightly, and a low growl starts to rumble in his chest. A rare sound, from the usually cheery Miqo'te, but he's irate now, his tail lashing to and fro.

"So you maintain the barrier. A distraction, am I? My! For a distraction to be summoned across the rift, stolen from my home and loved ones, daring to worry about your health even despite it all!" The glow of aether fades from his hands as they instead grip at the front of the Exarch's robes.

"How dare you," he hisses. "Keeping me at arm's length after all you've done to me, after all I'm trying to do for both our worlds. Refusing to tell me aught that may help me understand- help me to help!"