Felih's ears pin back quickly with shame when Death chastises him. "Apologies," he murmurs, tail tucked between his legs. "I- I simply..."

He was a desperate and broken soul, but his pride won't let him admit that out loud.

The kind touch to his shoulder has some tension easing out of him, though the misery lingers. The mention of his beloved's name stirs an ache in his heart, old and stubborn, and he blinks back tears. So there is truly so little a chance... He is likely to truly be parted from his fiance forever.

"I- I just... we barely had time," he says quietly, shaking his head before murmuring, "I... will do my best. I suppose it's all I can do- to try and find my way home."

To the plane where his lover's soul will one day greet him with a smile.