Seifer Almasy

With a sigh, he keeps his eyes rather downcast and just takes the water. He still isn't perfectly used to Discedo, and boy, half the stuff he had eaten there, once he began to think about it, seemed rather questionable, despite the taste. Knowing what it was just made it worse, really.

But he would get over that soon enough. Draining the cup, he looked at Beat once before shrugging.

"I'm fine. I took enough days off when I got this scar."