Felix nods a bit, acknowledging Sabriel's words, though he already knows he'll have questions later. He almost brings up the sounds in his head now, almost asks about them, but then realizes that's probably one of the things they were trying so desperately to keep him from saying. After all, even he, in his drowsy post dream state, could figure out they were being tight lipped on purpose.

He found himself leaning a bit towards Dorian, pleased that his ploy of making fun of the South had given Dorian something to say that wouldn't embarrass him. They would have time for genuine emotion when they were alone.

He wants to come to the defense of the Wardens against Adele's accusation, to point out that it seems unfair to accuse the people who just brought him back from death of using him as an experiment. But he can't bring himself to say anything for fear of upsetting her more. "I'll be all right, Adele." He isn't sure that's entirely true in every way, but he is trying to reassure everyone present.