Felih hums. "Good, then. Ah, well- considering you remember little and less of yourself, there's not much I can ask you to do, is there?" he muses. "To be honest, I'm terribly curious about your circumstances. It's not often you see dead men walking that aren't zombies," he muses. "Not to mention existentially disturbing, but at this point I've seen so much that defies what I thought I knew of the world that little phases me," he says with a tired sigh, before patting his coeurl, which lets out a low, muffled roar as reply as it ambles through the sand towards the Forgotten Springs Aetheryte.

"Do you remember aught at all?"