[Espy]

A strange brown flickering near Shealtiel caught Dante's attention. ...Fee? Why is she...? He assumed she was alright, judging by the lack of attention directed at her, but...flickering. That...certainly wasn't normal.

Shaking his head to clear it only induced more nausea, so he left the burning haze in his head as was, then walked a bit unsteadily towards Fee's prone form. A step away, he landed on his knees a bit too roughly, and, disregarding the tension between the newcomer and Lev, shook Feenai gently.

...Uhm. Wow. She's out cold, he mused as he shook her a bit harder, then contemplated pouring a flagon out on her face before remembering he had none.

Well then.

Smirking mostly to himself, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.