Sawtooth Spire They want me to go eat some worms

Quellcrist did not delve into any further explanations, making Elfie feel uncomfortable and more confused than ever. Understanding things took real effort for him and, though she was not aware of his occasional troubles to connect with the world around him, he still felt a bit slighted and therefore unhappy. 

"Okay," he replied quietly, his brow still furrowed. "I..." he began to say, then paused and listened intently, the tips of his ears quivering slightly from the concentration. He heard a distant ringing sound, which he recognized all too well. "Oh no..." he muttered to himself, realizing that he had very, very little time to reach the hidden stash of herbs Mahler had given him, to deal with headaches and blackouts.

The last thing he wanted was for his newfound acquaintance to learn about the malady of his. "I need to go," he told her bluntly with a fleeting glance. He turned on his heel and made a mad dash to the place, where the medicines were. He hoped he would make it.

Felt like a good place to conclude and to make things even more awkward. I can start another one for the two of them, if you wish?