Well now, this place certainly got very crowded very quickly. Aside from the immortal flame spirit appearing and 'killing' the apparently equally immortal lunar princess, some kind of armoured humanoid demon had appeared, closely followed by a man with a big ball of hair. At the same time, Nonon had changed shape into a... whatever it was, and the guy who was deathly afraid of cats had turned into a girl. To put it in one word: wut.
While the metallic-looking demon was wielding a quite evil-looking sword, Felt wasn't planing on attacking anyone first-hand any time soon after seeing his previous target regenerate without as much as a scratch on her. As for the human -- or at least one of the most human-looking beings--, he at least tried to calm the situation down a bit, which was a good thing. How the man was planning on accomplishing that without a weapon, Felt didn't know. That is, unless the black things he was holding were supposed to be his weapon. At this point, the swordsman wasn't going to take any chances anymore, seeing as to how insane this place was. "I agree. L-let's all calm down for a moment," he said, letting his sword lower a bit more, although he didn't sheathe his sword just yet for reasons that should be obvious.

That taken care of, Felt walked towards the girl with the giant beaver, who was apparently the source of the powerful water attack that struck him and what he had previously assumed to be a fire monster. Seeing as she was just about the only person in the entire field who seemed to be on his side, he'd rather be closer to her than to just about anyone else.
"I-it's okay," the young alchemist stumbled, still a bit confused about everything that just happened. "It's partially my fault for not communicating correctly. Good thinking though; Fire creatures tend to be weak against water-elemental attacks." There was still one thing that bothered him though... Felt had seen some very wide-ranged attacks before, but none of them ever hit anything but the intended targets. So why did this attack hit him? Apparently, the laws of whatever universe Whitney and her... Poking Men? Whatever they were called. Either way, said universe apparently had some very different rules in terms of combat. Unless, of course, the girl struck him inentionally too. Not that it mattered all that much, because in that case he'd still rather be close to her instead of staying at a range where she could hit him but not the other way around. 

"Either way, stay on your guard," he continued in a whisper. "I still don't trust that fire girl, although she doesn't seem to plan to attack again any time soon. As for the rest; who knows what they'll do, let alone those newcomers..." Technically he didn't have a real reason to trust Whitney either other than gut instinct, but there was no reason to tell that to the girl's face.