[ The caste system wasn’t something Lilia appreciated by any means, but if it had to be in place, at least he was at the top. He isn’t sure what he’d do if he ended up being called a Submissive - that would be a struggle greater than any fight the fae man had been through in his long forgotten past. But, what can you do? Thrust into a world where your designation is what determines your worth. All Lilia could think to do was enjoy himself to the fullest.

It’s difficult to keep his head clear currently. He’d originally laid down with the same plan as Noctis, to attempt to sleep off whatever was making him feel so strange and dizzy, but it wasn’t working, no matter how long he tried.

A small nod is offered from the petite man, one of his hands coming up to rest lightly against his flushed cheek.]

Yes, actually. Warm, dizzy. It’s an overwhelming feeling, nothing I do will make it vanish…

[ Shifting, he stands, stretching his arms above his head, before moving over to sit down on the ground next to the couch Noctis was laid on. This way, they’d be closer, face to face, to allow for a quieter conversation. ]

I thought nothing of it at first, but if I’m not the only one afflicted, something strange must be going on. What are you feeling?