Anael had never minded Felix's scepticism. He had faith in the ways that mattered, and Anael had faith in him. But now, now he found himself praying, with all his heart, that Felix's scepticism would not get in the way of what help he might be able to bring him, selfish though that prayer was.

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod, studying the wizard closely as they walked.

Physicality. It had always felt like a luxury, to him. Now it felt like a prison.