Felih hums a little. "If that's the case, it might be out of commission for a while... do you have any other weapons to wield in the meantime? It wouldn't do to be left unarmed, considering our luck..." he muses, mulling the situation over. Still, he's exhausted and it's starting to show.

He leans sometimes to one direction, as if losing his balance just slightly, his blinks lasting longer than they should, his eyelids heavy. He just wants a nice bath or rinse, and then to curl up and sleep after a day of dungeon-diving.