[Mephisto turns his head just slightly when Jae-ha speaks -- not quite enough to look back at him, but just enough to let him know he's been heard.]

More or less. I lost the game of keep-away with his sword this time, but at least I managed to get his fever down. We even had a lucid conversation for once... perhaps for the first time since we arrived in Wyver.

[It might be hard to say what his mood is right now. He's sitting relaxed enough, one leg dangling over the edge of the roof and the other folded over his knee. Even his voice sounds relatively normal, missing that tired and agitated edge. But he's also still not quite his usual, flamboyant self, either.]