Felih feels the ringing in his head that usually precludes one of his many strange visions- things he never quite understood, but only remembered having experienced since he was a kitten. His fingers come to the bridge of his nose as he tries to stave off the throbbing headache, but as usual, the vision is inevitable, and it comes- flooding his senses until he is seeing the world through another's eyes.
He sees, he hears, he feels- he experiences the confusion, the humiliation, the anger, the betrayal- the way Ibakha had come as a stranger, humbly seeking refuge and hospitality, and being completely taken advantage of, thrown out into the desert vulnerable and without anything- not even clothes.
And that man in red- Felih recognizes him, and his heart skips a beat.
When he comes out of the vision, he's dizzy, but he manages to lift his gaze to hers. "That man in red- he helped you, too?"
He remembers, the night he fled Ul'dah with Baldric's mansion in flames and lighting up the night sky with smoke and embers, how a Miqo'te dressed in red had seen him, young and afraid and helpless, and accompanied him to safety, kept him safe from the wild beasts and wicked bandits of the desert at night.
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He sees, he hears, he feels- he experiences the confusion, the humiliation, the anger, the betrayal- the way Ibakha had come as a stranger, humbly seeking refuge and hospitality, and being completely taken advantage of, thrown out into the desert vulnerable and without anything- not even clothes.
And that man in red- Felih recognizes him, and his heart skips a beat.
When he comes out of the vision, he's dizzy, but he manages to lift his gaze to hers. "That man in red- he helped you, too?"
He remembers, the night he fled Ul'dah with Baldric's mansion in flames and lighting up the night sky with smoke and embers, how a Miqo'te dressed in red had seen him, young and afraid and helpless, and accompanied him to safety, kept him safe from the wild beasts and wicked bandits of the desert at night.