Felih wonders if the arrow of honesty has also worn off, but he keeps up the kisses, ever-starved for affection. "I'm fine, love. You know I like it when you're rough," he purrs softly, nuzzling their noses together. "I'm just glad you're feeling better... I love you, darling. Thank you for indulging me."

"The results were at least enlightening. The two arrows didn't seem to null each other, nor exacerbate each other's effects," he murmurs, fingers combing lightly through his hair.