"A chunk of its core ought to do. Maybe that odd blossom at its peak there. Or perhaps some of these flytrap appendages," Felih murmurs tiredly in response, before bunting affectionately at Hades' chest. "I do implore you to at least take a brief shower before sleeping, love. Sleeping in filth is never worth it." Such a fastidious and fussy thing the Miqo'te is, about cleanliness.

"Let's go home. Do we have to present this immediately...? I'd rather wait until after washing and resting..."