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Alisaie: I wonder if all Warriors of Light do this when I poke them.
 WoL: [ Sweats Nervously as Alisaie looks at them from afar. ]
 Y'shtola: Why don't you do it and find out?
 Alisaie: Fine. [ Walks over to WoL. ] Hey, could you humor me for a moment?
 WoL: [ Resists urge to nod, but cannot. Thus, they must nod. ]
 Alisaie: ... [ Pokes the WoL. ] ...Oh, I guess--
 WoL: [ Vanishes? ]
 Alisaie: ...! [ Is absolutely terrified. ] I killed them!
 Y'shtola: Might want to think about packing up and leaving then. I am unsure how the others will take it.
 Alisaie: [ Panics and grabs up all of her things. Then runs off. ]
 Y'shtola: [ Looks at her tea cup. ] You know, making yourself tiny to hide yourself isn't the best option you could have thought of.
 WoL: [ Looks up at Y'shtola from her tea. ]
 Y'shtola: ...This predicament was your making. [ Starts to sip tea. ]
 WoL: [ Panics and flails. Gets sipped up by Y'shtola. ]
 Y'shtola: [ Swallows. ] Upholding the Lie you made.
 -- Later --
 Thancred: Hey, do you know where our Adventuring Fellow went, Y'shtola?
 Y'shtola: No idea. Why do you ask?
 Thancred: We have a primal to take care of again and--
 Y'shtola: [ Raises Eyebrow. ] Do you not remember how we beat Meteion? Just channel Dynamis.
 Thancred: Oh. Right. I'm just so used to--
 Y'shtola: [ Walks off. ] I'm not hearing any of this.
 Consuming the WoL cured Y'shtola of her waning life, but she was still blind to the physical.