"Of course. Best of luck, brother."

With a final nod to bid Dalomar goodbye, Vonsim follows Drelasa dutifully out of the gently-chiming door. Once they're out, he's quiet for a moment, before the gentle gnawing at his stomach catches his eye. (And raises a question he hadn't considered: how does he eat in this new body?)

"If it isn't too much trouble to ask, ah. I was wondering, how do meals operate around here? Are we waiting for a time to gather?"