Azi Lukotta
After Claude finished off the last two Risen, Azi's ears suddenly perked up as Illian began dishing out scalding criticism. Though he constantly kept a faint smile on his face, he felt a distinct weight on his chest from her words, but not only because of the shared guilt. "Did... No one hear me singing?" he thought to himself, slightly disheartened and confused. Even if he weren't very loud, he still should have been heard in the small mausoleum. Troubled, Azi pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind for later, as Lord Straizo walked in, congratulating them on passing.
After the king dismissed them to the barracks, Azi immediately flopped onto the nearest bed on the right and buried his face into the pillow, letting his long fluffy tail swish hypnotically back and forth like a metronome. Today was incredibly mentally exhausting, and he would have simply fell asleep if his thoughts from before didn't return. He let out a long sigh. "Ah, this really is troubling," he said aloud, his voice muffled by the cushion in his face.