resplendent in white

closed rp blog for reyson, prince of serenes. knight of seiros, affiliated with TOA.

[reprisalet]

reprisalet -> pinned !

•°. *࿐ reyson from fe9/10 (post-game canon, with full knowledge of all events that he can be present for), affiliated with the officers academy. knight of seiros. written and adored by ruaidhrí.

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[corvuschriisti]

⌞ birds training birds. ⌝

[ anniversary 2025 ] - flying +1

[corvuschriisti]

He pulls back from Reyson with a little smile. It feels surreal to be back here, at the monastery, but a little more like home this time around. Maybe that's because of who he's with right now, or because of the friends he knows he will reconnect with. The result is the same regardless.

"Oh, you mean dear Cranberry," he says, tapping his chin as he goes over to the little birds. "Of course, I've done this before. I'm very motherly if you give me the opportunity, you know."

He leans down and gets eye level with them. They're chirping, cute little things -- looking at him with their newly hatched little faces. He can't help but smile. They'll be good messengers one day, even if it is a dangerous profession for such a small fragile creature.

"We should start them young, then. And be consistent. I've noticed that if given the proper care and affection, they're quite loyal and intelligent."

[reprisalet]

"yes, i mean cranberry," he says, smiling fondly. "you were almost a good role model for that little bird."

almost, being the operative word, and one that's doing a lot of heavy lifting. he doesn't know how the baby bird has fared in their time away, but he's sure naesala will tell him as soon as he knows. in the meantime, the birds in front of them are a more pressing issue.

they're cute. beorc sometimes find baby birds funny-looking, and reyson supposes he can see why, but they're cute nonetheless, with their baby feathers and big baby eyes and hungry beaks.

"loyal and intelligent... useful traits for messengers. all right, let's 'start early,' shall we? tell me where you'd begin with these little pigeons. what shall their training include?"

[corvuschriisti]

⌞ birds training birds. ⌝

[ anniversary 2025 ] - flying +1

[corvuschriisti]

Wyvern and pegasus mail services have dominated as of late, but what of the humble messenger pigeon? Quick, direct, discreet, personal–there are many reasons why someone would use them, but their numbers are still in decline. The monastery has interest in keeping messenger pigeons around, so you’ve been assigned to raise chicks and train squeakers at one of few remaining local hatcheries. [Grants Flying +1]

It has been a year since Naesala stepped foot in this place.

So much has happened between then and now; he's gone back to his home, made sure everything was as it should be, and when he felt secure enough he came back. This time, however, he was not alone.

He looks for Reyson. They were separated when they first arrived, of course, but once they'd settled into their accommodations he had expected to rejoin quickly.

It's his fault, he supposes. He didn't set a time or place for their reunion, but it turns out that does not matter. They find each other as easily as they always do.

He comes up behind Reyson and puts his head on his shoulder. "They look just like you," he teases. "Now, when did you become a father?"

@reprisalet

[reprisalet]

he isn't surprised that naesala finds him quickly. isn't that the way of things? perhaps naesala simply has some uncanny ability to locate the nearest heron at a moment's notice, or maybe it's something more personal than that.

either way, he is soon greeted by a head on his shoulder and he turns slightly, feigning exasperation.

"hush, you," he sighs, swatting at him. "they're messengers. or they will be. i thought i could help with their training."

messenger birds are sometimes more useful than larger things, if only because they're harder to detect and more difficult to shoot down with arrows. these little birds will be hard workers, but also potentially be in grave danger. he wants to give them their best chance.

"help me with these. they're tiny, but hungry. you've helped with a pigeon before elsewhere, haven't you?"

[reprisalet]

Of the voices she hears and the thoughts she sees, the worries and concerns that have plagued the monastery as of late, one rings louder to her ears. Pale complexion is slowly flooded with joyful red blush; her feet carry her faster than she cares to admit.

"Brother!" For all that Leanne was adamant she come to the monastery to expand her own horizons, she had dearly missed the certainty found in her brother's presence.

It's almost too much and before she's even caught him within her arms, tears see fit to stream down her cheeks. It was difficult to acclimate to such an unfamiliar place with so few faces she knew. She felt so troubled relying on those whom she did, all the more now that they had such heavy things weighing so readily on their minds. She was tired, but as her wings settled around Reyson, she felt some calm wash over her heart.

it's late enough in the day that he is finished with his duties. returning to this place is somewhat enjoyable, if only for all the ways it's so very different from home, and he enjoys the work they give him here.

it's a familiar voice that breaks him out of his thoughts. he'd been spacing out, if he's honest, too lost in his own reminiscing but his sister is not someone he would dream of ignoring.

he is always overjoyed to see her. he relaxes into her embrace and wraps his arms around her back, carefully, instinctively mindful of her wings in a way that only other birds often are. his own wings come to wrap partially around her, as if obscuring the family reunion from any who might pass by.

when he greets her, it isn't in the common language of the beorc, but in the ancient tongue that is their native language.

"you can't imagine how happy i am to see you. or... maybe you can. i missed you terribly."

[reprisalet]

"Brother."

A single word, and yet one that carries so much weight with it - especially for the two of them, each having spent twenty long years believing that he would never get a chance to utter it again.

Rafiel comes closer after calling out to Reyson, smiling gently, yet brightly. "I've missed you so much. How wonderful it is to see you again! I hope you have been well."

There is so much that he wants to say, all at once - how is the monastery treating you, have you been safe, have you been healthy, has everything been good with Lord Tibarn and Lord Naesala, have you seen Leanne - and it almost overwhelms him. And so he doesn't, instead merely holding out his arms in greeting.

it had been hard leaving home, even if it was for personal betterment. a large part of that difficulty hung in the knowledge that he and his remaining siblings had already missed so much time together and yet: the urge to stretch his wings was always there, especially after so much time with hawks.

still, it was difficult to leave rafiel behind, to go without the presence of his elder brother. this makes their reunion all the brighter. his smile is bright, and he has no desire to hide his feelings ( on his face or in his heart ) in this moment.

"rafiel...!" he cries, his wings flapping instinctively, just for a moment, before falling back against his back as he moves forward and immediately moves to hug him.

he has his own torrent of questions and does nothing to hold them back.

"how was your trip? are you feeling well? how is queen nailah? how is... our home?"

[reprisalet]

@ulircursed ; continued from here.

he has no real opinion, just yet, but the impression he has from their previous encounter is favorable. someone who cares for a newborn animal is someone he is likely to think positively of. he tries, at least for now, not to reach his senses out too far into andrei's heart, as he knows some beorc find that—

invasive. that's the word, he thinks. surface level only, at least for now.

smiling, he offers a polite nod in return. politeness is a virtue, though it isn't one reyson prizes especially highly.

"so tell me," he begins, his tone light, "where are you from? i haven't been able to find much information on you at all, you know."

[kinusune]

TRICK SHOT.

[kinusune]

LET'S KEEP PLAYING, @reprisalet!

      "OH, YAY!" she's been looking for someone to do something fun all day. everyone's been all stuffed corsets and awkward smiles! kinu peeks at the mints in hand, counting them off before she splits the difference between herself and the stranger. "you just gotta throw these into those tall-looking glasses! can be any of 'em around the room, but i'll give you bonus points if you can get 'em into the glasses that people are holding or the ones that are moving!"

[reprisalet]

the enthusiasm is somewhat contagious, and he again thinks of kittens and other younger beasts he's known. he accepts his half of the mints, and he surveys the room. this isn't exactly something he's tried before, but he's certain that he no matter how well he actually manages to aim, there will be fun to be had.

even if this will surely cause agitation. "all right. will you be throwing them as well? like a competition?"

[reprisalet]

❝ Reyson. Please tell me you're enjoying the evening. ❞

Music and dancing were definitely up the heron's alley but he wasn't sure if the food would be to his taste. He was ready to go on the hunt for something Reyson could eat however. Or just something he liked, he knew there would be something sweet around for Reyson to snack on, something with fruit.

He puts an arm around him and lets it drape over Reyson's shoulders. The posture distinctly casual.

❝ Here, we're supposed to be exchanging these. ❞ He passes his brooch (decorated with a delicate string of pearls) to the heron. ❝ Take this one. Then dance with me. Everyone here dances so stiffly, formal. Back home we'd never dance like this, but I'll do my best so I don't embarrass you. ❞

"all the more, now that you're back beside me."

he's been flitting about the place, dancing and chatting and meeting new people. it's been nice, but he knows his place is at tibarn's side, knows it like he knows the air he breathes. with a smile, he takes the offered brooch and swaps it with his own, which has on it a little bell. do the pearls suit him better? "why, thank you."

the goal is to collect all of them, and he intends to at least makes the effort.

but it's not his goal, all he truly cares for are these moments of connection.

he takes tibarn's hand in his. "i'd love to dance with you. we can figure out the steps together, mimicking these surprisingly graceful beorc."

[reprisalet]

[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

"Reyson!" Leanne flutters over to her older brother, excitement visible in her body language as plainly as in her heart. In her hands she holds the remaining one of the three sweet buns Rajaion had given her; the first two were fulfilling enough, so she'd strategically saved the one that she feels Reyson would be most likely to enjoy. She hands it over now without a word of explanation about the pastry, instead keeping up a train of enthusiastic chatter.

"I can't believe beorc throw parties like this! Isn't it amazing?" she says, "I even heard there was something called the White Heron Cup last year, where they had a dance competition!"

Which is kind of silly, when she thinks about it — if it's named after them, shouldn't it be a singing competition instead? Maybe the silly beorc just don't know the difference!

"Oh, and look what they gave me," she looks down, taking up her brooch with the black feather and placing it against her brother's white wings to see the contrast, "It looks pretty cool, right? Here, you can have this one, and then you can try to collect all of them!" She wants her brother to have the most fun he possibly can tonight, after all!

he smiles delightedly at his sister as she comes by, eyes already on the delicious-looking snack she carries. he does not dare ask for it—if his dear sister's heart is as generous as he suspects, then she is here to share. if not, then that is her right as the youngest to keep it for herself.

oh, but it seems luck is on his side. he accepts the treat without a word and immediately takes a bite, pleased with the flavors.

"thank you. your generosity knows no bounds," he says, smiling brightly. he is in a good mood, which good music, food, and company are sure to give him. his mood is better still among family.

"these beorc have thrown an interesting party. i... admit, i didn't know what to expect. silly of them, though, to name a dance competition after herons. we're much better-known for our voices than our steps, but i can't blame them for being ignorant. i guess."

he takes the offered brooch as well, and passes her his own in return. the one bearing the small bell that he has is pinned carefully to her outfit. "i'll be collecting, then. take this in the meantime."

he pats her on the head. "are you having fun? meeting any new people?"

[reprisalet]

[ CHAMPAGNE & MINT CANDY ] she doesn't like champagne and she'd already gotten her one designated glass for the day, but she thinks that the way that they're lined up is perfect! as one of the waitstaff passes her by, kinu snatches a handful of mints off a tray and glances at the stranger beside her. "hey, do you want to play a game with me?"

reyson eyes the girl with some light suspicion. a beast laguz ( or some foreign equivalent ) who looks... awfully playful. catlike, he'd guess, if not for the actual features she sported.

an adorable creature, but one who's clearly up to mischief. if he didn't have a soft spot for that sort of thing...

but he does, so he smiles.

"of course. i would love to. show me the kind of game you have in mind."

[reprisalet]

"You have two dates here, and neither are dancing with you? A shame, what a terrible boyfriend you have."

Naesala comes up behind Reyson and wraps his arms around his waist, leaning down just a little to put his head on his shoulder. He sighs, presses one kiss to the side of his jaw, then reaches forward to lace their fingers together.

"You have a much better girlfriend, I would say. I'd be willing to be led around the dance floor, if it's all the same to you."

reyson rolls his eyes, leaning back against the raven. already naesala was trying to get on his nerves. was it a game to him?

he tilts his head a little, allowing easier access to his jaw as he holds naesala's hand in his.

"you will dance with me. but you'll refrain from insulting anyone else while you do, or i'll make sure to let a certain someone know you've been speaking poorly of him."

[reprisalet]

april activity check !

passed: activity point allocated to faith 10 (B+) → 11 (B+)

threads i owe (if i owe you something and you don't see it here, please lmk because that means i've lost track of it!):

to distinguish loss from sacrifice (w raven) stop saving the world & get a hobby (with eliwood) galdr for a mount (w sakura) hey miss l'arachel i don't feel so good (w l'arachel) the cost of something beautiful (w naesala) beat by beat & heart by heart (w naesala) and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth (w naesala & tibarn) flight of fancy (w tibarn)

[ulircursed]

two and a half birds

[ulircursed]

The sun had risen by the time Andrei enters the grounds of the monastery, and he walks the length of the dormitories, at a loss to where he should head. There's no sign of Naesala — not that he exactly expects to run into him the moment he emerges aboveground — but then he sees white wings ahead.

Hastening towards the figure, he sees the other's face as he approaches. One distantly familiar, part of a memory tinged with the pain of loss.

"Oh, you're... Reyson." The name does not come as easily to him as the image seared into his mind. Of the once-winged man, dripping crimson as he stumbles into the raven's arms, life extinguishing before their very eyes. He suppresses a shudder, even as discomfort churns in his gut. "You are Naesala's—"

(Someone of irreplaceable importance. Neither Keranes nor anyone at the village had explicitly said so, but it had become clear in the end, hadn't it? Even if he had been capable of watching Lady Sister Brigid fall to the poison of his making, that does not make her less important to him. It simply made him irredeemable.)

Another insistent squeal from Cranberry jolts him out of his thoughts, and Andrei realizes belatedly that he'd trailed off into silence for a few moments. "My apologies," he shakes his head, refocusing on the request at hand, "I am looking for him — Naesala, that is. He said he would help me with..." He gestures at the tiny, newborn bird nestled in the basket, eyes still closed even as it continues to squall. Is it out of hunger, or some other discomfort?

Though, he supposes, this man (laguz? he thinks is the word Naesala had once called himself) should be just as capable of communicating with the bird as Naesala is. Time is of the essence, and he cannot risk the pigeon's survival being compromised as he runs around attempting to locate the raven. Cautiously, Andrei holds out the basket towards Reyson.

"Actually... will you tell me what it is saying? What does it need?"

@reprisalet annnd @corvuschriisti later on!!

[reprisalet]

reyson has not met this person before, but someone so—he hesitates to say open because he suspects it is entirely an unintentional situation, but no other word might fit right—intentioned carries with them a certain familiarity.

the way his heron heart-sense seeks out the feelings within and hones in on them ( discomfort, agitation... as well as a deep concern for the tiny creature he carries which holds itself above all else his heart projects in this moment ) has reyson immediately learning him.

the words that accompany this barrage of emotion are explanation enough. a friend of naesala.

"he's not here. ah, naesala, i mean. he'll be back soon, but..."

well, that association is enough for reyson to immediately soften, his ruffled feathers returning to normal despite the intensity of feeling being thrown at him—however unintentionally.

"saying? it's a newborn, it's saying nothing at all. but its heart... oh, what does any baby need? you need to provide warmth, food, and song."

pigeons aren't his area of expertise, but he's tended to younger siblings before, and baby birds are all simple enough. at least to another bird, he has no idea what baby beorc need, how different they might be, how much experience this young man has with either.

"he's cold... and he'd likely appreciate a snack as well. birds this young need to eat every two or three hours."

[ribbontales]

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. remember to tag your dark themes. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. [ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. [ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. [ 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : receiver is hugging a coat / cape / etc. that belongs to the sender. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 ] : sender is helping the receiver through a panic attack / severe anxiety. [ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. [ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. [ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 ] : after being misinformed that the sender has died, receiver is grieving. [ 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 ] : sender is expressing anger over receiver's constant recklessness. [ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. [ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] : sender has just told receiver "you belong to me". [ 𝐰𝐡𝐲 ] : sender has just asked receiver "why don't you love me". [ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender has harmed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ] : sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver. [ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ] : sender has gotten injured protecting the receiver. [ 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ] : sender is getting frustrated with their repressed affection and asks receiver to leave them alone. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument. [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 ] : sender is apologising for appearing cold. [ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 ] : sender is telling receiver they "deserve better than whatever this is".

[reprisalet]

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘: 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍.

—𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞.

Initial Class: Heron Birthday: October 19 Basic Info: One of the few herons to have survived the Serenes Massacre. Initially very standoffish and distrusting but opened up to Ike after spending time with him. Close with King Tibarn of Phoenicis who saved him and his father during the massacre.

—𝐂 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Likes: a stiff sea breeze, nuts and berries, chaotic but well-meaning people, music and song, wild/untamed nature, hawks, early morning flights Dislikes: his own physical limitations, fire, loud noises, people obsessed with physical beauty, those who mistake wealth and power for a consequence-free existence

—𝐁 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Hobbies: playing the harp Talents: singing, making flowers bloom Background: Born the third of many siblings and now the middle of only three, Reyson now has had to contend with the loss of his people and the burden of responsibility very quickly.

—𝐀 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤.

Height: 182cm Ring Size: 7 | N 1/2 Personality: Prone to bouts of pride and standoffishness. Incredibly brave despite his physical limitations. Little vanity and even less concern for the physical appearance others remark on. The ally most likely to do anything someone dares him to do.

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Ally Notebook entries for all playable Engage characters

Ring size chart

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[serenegaldr]

a year is three hundred and sixty-five moments

[serenegaldr]

Wow, a knight! Now that does sound like something Leanne could picture her older brother doing... though mostly in spirit, rather than the actual, physical aspect. The image of Reyson clad in the Black Knight's armor, holding a giant sword, flashes through her mind. Of him raising the weapon (can he even lift it??), facing off against an enemy who wields a similar, giant sword...

...In fact, the more she thinks about it, the more worrying it sounds! She shudders.

"I hope you're not getting into fights here!" Wings fluff up in a flurry of anxious motion as her gaze roams over Reyson once more, looking for any new scars or injuries that might have missed her initial check. Maybe it's a good thing she arrived when she did; that way her brother will have someone watching over him for his safety! "Make sure you're not doing anything that'll make Father worried, okay?"

Speaking of Father! "Oh, and please send him my love," Leanne says, "And let him know how Naesala and Tibarn are as well! We've been waiting for word from them too." She tilts her head at her brother. "They're okay too, right?"

[reprisalet]

he senses her worry and tries to redirect the conversation. while he's not as reckless as he once was, he finds himself at home on the battlefield even here, and so he has no plans to shy away from it. he is simply... more aware of his limits, but also of what he can do. a healer's abilities can turn the tide of battle, among the laguz and among the beorc both.

he wants to do that if he can. still, he sees no reason to worry his family. this is part of why his letters to their father had been vague about his actual duties, and focused more on what he has learned by performing them.

"i am not picking any fights," he says quickly, which is not quite what she asked, but... partial truth can serve better than he used to think. tricks learned from naesala? perish the thought.

"i don't want to worry anyone. i've been very careful." that much is true. "i'll pass along your love. and everyone else's good wishes. ah... i feel bad leaving him, but i know he's in good hands."

still, reyson is a creature who grows frail when lonely, who thrives best when surrounded by loved ones. perhaps all herons are.

"you can see tibarn and naesala for yourself. they've been doing... well enough. well, tibarn has been doing well, you know he can thrive anywhere. naesala has his ups and downs, as you surely can imagine."

[corvuschriisti]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

[RECOVERY] - exploring the duke's secrets, Naesala & Reyson.

[corvuschriisti]

There is no reason for Reyson to be here. Naesala thinks: there should be someone to stop him. He thinks again: willful herons cannot be contained. He thinks, a third time: perhaps he should turn around and leave.

But the allure of what brought him here still tugs at his person: theft. See, the issue with being a raven of Kilvas is it is very, very hard to see an easy mark and do nothing to take them for all they have. Naesala does not think that this will be easy, but he does not think this will be very hard, either. 

That, and it is not difficult to look at the man and think of beauty and youth — Naesala likes pretty things ( see: herons and shiny coins and jewels and love and sunlight ), and pretty things seem to like him. Though, he will need to admit that the pretty thing that stands next to him ( clad in white and framed in gold, wearing a frown befitting only Reyson of Serenes ) does not seem very pleased with him at present.

“Of course both myself and my fellow laguz prince know about magic,” he says. A lie of sorts, but when did Naesala say he was going to be speaking the truth today? “Though I do not think I have ever heard about a potion that makes one beautiful.”

He pushes his hair back, ruffles his wings. The duke smiles, and looks from Naesala to Reyson. Eyes linger on the latter, and Naesala finds himself bracing — wanting to stand between them, but not feeling he has the right to.

“I suppose if we’re to have a conversation about beauty, I’m in pleasant company,” the man says, and Naesala looks away.

@reprisalet

[reprisalet]

reyson's jaw tightens. he is already on edge, but the behavior of the beorc before them is... familiar. he dislikes this specific sort of familiarity, of course, and he knows he does not need to say why aloud, he knows naesala will know.

still, he watches naesala's expression, knows naesala sees a mark where reyson sees a reminder.

it will not do to be weak in the face of adversity.

naesala lies as easily as breathing. reyson observes the way untruths fall from his tongue, collect in the beorc's waiting hands like the sort of fairytale coins that turn to pebbles come morning.

his lips tilt downward and his brow furrows slightly. shameless raven.

he doubts the legitimacy of such a potion. beauty is something more—subjective, he feels. and perhaps it is easy for one such as him to doubt the universality of such things, but even so... these matters are never simple. he scrutinizes the beorc and shakes his head. he isn't a very good judge of looks. he also isn't very courteous toward dukes. it's a title he associates only with the worst of begnion nobility—one in particular coming to mind during this very conversation.

he feels sick, but pushes it aside. he will not be weak.

"is that so?" he does not gag. he tries to take his cues from naesala. "i'm unsure of what your mysterious potion can offer either of us, then."