The tremble in the man's voice makes Felih's anger falter yet again, and he finds it harder to hold onto it. He's not one to hold onto anger for long, but damn it all, he's trying to be angry and the tremble in that voice makes his heart break, his hands trembling where they keep gripping tightly at the man's robes.

"You called me here to help them," he says, voice weak. "You called me here to help. So why won't you let me? Why won't you tell me what I need to know? Let me help!"

It's as he's bowing his head and tugging the man closer that he catches it.

The faintest trace of an all-too-familiar scent. Something that makes him freeze and tense up, although his grip becomes tighter.

"...this... your scent..."