"Yes," Felih sighs. "Without the aether being as I'm used to, most of my magics are out of reach... ah, but what do you mean? My food tastes just fine," he chirps, tilting his head curiously as he looks over at Cehd'ra's meal.
"What's odd about it?" he asks, already a bit wary. Though there isn't reason to fear poison in this place, Felih can't shake old habits, and he's already anxious and feeling his tail bristle. "Do you feel well?"
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"What's odd about it?" he asks, already a bit wary. Though there isn't reason to fear poison in this place, Felih can't shake old habits, and he's already anxious and feeling his tail bristle. "Do you feel well?"