" if you drink this water, you'll turn into a ligma"
There is a slight furrow to his brows that dents his fair complexion at this newly shared information. A ligma... ? In his almost five hundred or so years of life he must say he has not heard of such a thing. Furina does have him beat by a couple of years he supposes, perhaps this is knowledge before his time... perish the thought. "Hm," he is contemplative, staring at this water and this unknown ligma alignment she has just warned him about. Is it... some type of illness? Preposterous. Neuvillette has fallen ill before, he is hardly immune to such things, but his systems are far more resilient than that of humans, more so now that he has gained his full authority.
He rests his gloved hand underneath his chin, feeling defeated. Lost even. He sees nothing strange in this water either and yet she seems to see something worth expressing her concern about. "Lady-Miss Furina," horrible habit he needs to move on from, "What is... a ligma?" He finally concedes, finding there no reason to rummage through his head if it's not even something he's heard of in his years of life. Perhaps she can shine some insight for him, newfound information of sorts.
( @dualisume ).
