[ the Greentruth party feels like a small lifetime ago, and Abel is heaving a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses, ]

Goodness me... you're even more a deplorable case than I thought! Dokja, Dokja... why are you so intent on holing away, hm? Come on, now. Godsblood itself is a perfectly nice city, but getting some fresh air-- mingling among your peers... it isn't a bad thing, is it? Are you allergic? Some kind of phobia--?