"You could've just asked for help, you know," is Felih's cheeky call from a distance behind him, just as a rush of healing magic pours into Hades to help rejuvenate him and provide him more energy. "Though my own offensive magicks are limited for now... I can at least support you," he chirps, trotting through the snow. That said, he's plenty bundled up, especially with most Miqo'te being averse to the cold.

"It's so damned cold in this place, though," he huffs, before using some green magic to try and ensnare the creature's "legs" in vines. "At least the fish will remain fresh, I suppose..."