[Whatever Liem was expecting to hear in answer to his question, it hadn’t been that the person in question was a woman with an equine lower-half. Aside from the pale coat and the feathers, the description sounds familiar—but a familiar description doesn’t necessarily mean that Kaeya is talking about the woman from his dream.]

I don’t know yet, [he says honestly.] If I start sprouting feathers after this, that will tell us more than anything else. This is ill news, though.

[He slides a frown over at Kaeya, wondering if it’s just a matter of time before he slides back into whatever trance was gripping him earlier.]

We need to find a workable cure for this sickness—or at least a treatment.