"I wasn't consciously picking accents," he says still in Arvoran, "I don't even know the options there."

"There's caste, sometimes there are distinctions in addition to that. Has it been checked whether anyone else can do that -" he tries to speak English -

Doesn't work which leaves Felix a bit confused.

"Oh, speaking of caste, they told me you know blues?"

He makes a face. "Yes, yes, they'll be all excited - would you switch back to English, I speak Arvoran -"

"Oh, okay," he says switching, "Do you want me to say anything? Most humans are not skymages and thus don't have wings. We also don't have castes."

"They'll want to know how you got here and whether we can do it, mostly. And military applications of your abilities and friendliness of your societies, they'll probably be worried about that..."

Nod. "I am sure-" the pain stabs him much more strongly now and he yelps.

" - hmm?"

"Are you okay?"

"I am f-" pain and Felix gasps, but before he can properly catch his breath the pain attacks him again and he spits blood.

Locals look concerned!!

Maybe they are less concerned once Felix regurgitates a small blood covered pebble? Or maybe it does the opposite of that.

The pebble floats in the air and Felix jumps back in shock upon seeing it. "No, no, no."

That does not in fact make them less concerned. Orange-hair darts outside to get a paramedic friend.

Felix starts crying hugging his knees. ...That is a fail-safe of his form of immortality, he recognizes. The one that is activated when the connection with the floating spring is broken. Except the connection is ridiculously overengineered and superluminal. Fenris theorized only one way that it could've been broken.

He was a fool, all this time he assumed this was a pocket dimension with delusional inhabitants. But no, they're actual aliens- no Felix is the alien here. Not only to this planet, but to this universe. The Shattered Skies must've been sent here and... how he is going to go back home?

Alien paramedic comes. "Excuse me, sir. Are you all right? Can you hear us?"

Afen sits on the couch and repeats English phrases to himself, frowning.

Little kid, freaked out, jumps into his mother's arms.

Felix regains a measure of composure. He wipes off the blood from his mouth. "I can hear. I am sorry."

"Are you having a medical emergency?"

"No. I'm sorry for disturbing you..."

"It's quite all right. What's your name?"

"Felix Dalkaila," he says absently, "I probably should talk with someone."

She glances at Afen. 

         "Yes, all right, all right, I can call people."

Nod. "Oh, I should check something. Do you have anything that could put me in and out of sleep real quick?"

"Not safely," says the paramedic. "Or particularly quickly. Why?"

"I have an ability that is sleep-dependent. Safety is not a concern, but I really just wanted to check. It's probably still there, this is likely my original body."

She nods confusedly. Afen is on his tablet, writing something. Their hosts cluster against a wall calming their child.