It has been a long day. He's been battling wild monsters, was roped into clearing a giant nest of monster spiders (which he hates and is terrified of so his adoptive sister T'quila had to do it for him and has been teasing him mercilessly since), he's been flung about and battered by all manner of magitek monsters while destroying them, Gyr Abania is so unfairly hot in this season, and he has too much dust in his beautiful fur and he just wants a bath. Please.

Felih needs a drink.

The Warrior of Light, drained, flops down next to Ceridwen at the Resistance's unofficial "tavern" in Rhalgr's Reach, and lets his head drop on the counter with a groan.

"Hells take today. What's the strongest and sweetest drink they have? D'you know?" he asks, glancing up at her without lifting his head.