[ He begins thumbing through his shirts and sweaters. Idly, to distract his hands and keep them busy. His claws have already started to grow a little faster. It hurts. ]

She wanted it, yes. I want that. We all do. Of course they are going to strike back. By 'good' I mean that I am not feeling well. If She has been bumping up the levels of the places She wants done with...

That may be dangerous for the people I care about. I don't react well to dense levels of Fog yet myself. I get unpredictable.

[ He pulls a number from the hangers embroidered in shiny green flourishes and bedecked in strategically placed stones. ]

I may have to consider leaving the castle for a while if that is the case.