Rhea'li's ears pull back and tip of his tail flicks from side up side. His voice is smaller, quiet, but unlike his usual calm demeanour the softness comes from an underlying fear.

"One day you won't. You won't come. You won't come." He looks directly at Azem before he ducks his head, fingers digging into his skull. His voice pitches higher, thin and reedy. "Wind biting, hunger gnawing, cold stabbing, darkness approaches."