He nods in thanks, putting the tea under his nose to breathe in the steam. "I guess so. Yeah, I should probably ask. It makes fighting a huge pain. I had to drop out of the last fight because I ran low on mana and didn't want to risk dyin..."

"I dunno if they'll have any good ideas, but it'd be nice not to be a burden on Haruto anymore." He sips the tea, thinking about it quietly. He'd talked to someone about it when he landed, but he wasn't sure he'd conveyed the true issue with his mana. But there's something else that's kept him from going to the Initiative with it... Some sort of subtle unpleasantness.

He turns to Cedric's weirdly distorted face. "Glad you been staying healthy during this whole thing, anyhow. Hope nobody else you know's real sick."