Ah. Well, that's not helping Felix's embarrassed blush any. Why would anyone want to be blindfolded when they--no. No, he isn't going to ask. Not Seteth, anyway. Ashe?...maybe. "...all right."

Oh, the ointment. He forgot about it in all the rest of this nonsense. "Right. Thank you." He opens the bottle and squeezes out a generous amount of the lotion, then starts rubbing it into his arms and chest as he watches this...image. Moving image. What the hell? He looks his own bracelet over; he hasn't put it on yet, but if what Seteth is saying is true, he can make those images too. Somehow.

"How did you do that?" A pause. "Your wyvern is here?"