If that happened it would probably end up killing him, but at least he would die happy.

But for now Azwel slows, then stops, panting, his chest heaving. It's going to take a small while before he can move. Or speak. Or remember where he is. Or who he is. Presently, however, he does stir, turning his head to look at Felih and giving a long, contented sigh. He reaches out a hand and brushes a lock of Felih's hair from his face.

He lifts his head to look at the array and the orb beneath it and smiles. "Well, you did succeed at that," he says softly.