Felih stares another few, short moments, before he murmurs, "Er... Nidhogg..." It feels... incredibly wrong to be speaking so casually to such an ancient entity, especially one filled with power and rage, but...

"You... appear to have manifested in a form much different than you are accustomed to," he finally explains, slowly letting the magic in his palm fade and whirl back into aether he returns to his own body. This... well. He's sure he can at least manage a dragon pup, if something goes wrong.

The Miqo'te folds his arms and tilts his head. "I suppose the polite thing to do would be to welcome you back to the realm of the living, yet I think you may have other thoughts..." He is wary still, not ready to step closer, but he's now considering it.