Alisaie: I wonder if all Warriors of Light do this when I poke them.

WoL: [ Sweats Nervously as Alisaie looks at them from afar. ]

Y'shtola: Why don't you do it and find out?

Alisaie: Fine. [ Walks over to WoL. ] Hey, could you humor me for a moment?

WoL: [ Resists urge to nod, but cannot. Thus, they must nod. ]

Alisaie: ... [ Pokes the WoL. ] ...Oh, I guess--

WoL: [ Vanishes? ]

Alisaie: ...! [ Is absolutely terrified. ] I killed them!

Y'shtola: Might want to think about packing up and leaving then. I am unsure how the others will take it.

Alisaie: [ Panics and grabs up all of her things. Then runs off. ]

Y'shtola: [ Looks at her tea cup. ] You know, making yourself tiny to hide yourself isn't the best option you could have thought of.

WoL: [ Looks up at Y'shtola from her tea. ]

Y'shtola: ...This predicament was your making. [ Starts to sip tea. ]

WoL: [ Panics and flails. Gets sipped up by Y'shtola. ]

Y'shtola: [ Swallows. ] Upholding the Lie you made.

-- Later --

Thancred: Hey, do you know where our Adventuring Fellow went, Y'shtola?

Y'shtola: No idea. Why do you ask?

Thancred: We have a primal to take care of again and--

Y'shtola: [ Raises Eyebrow. ] Do you not remember how we beat Meteion? Just channel Dynamis.

Thancred: Oh. Right. I'm just so used to--

Y'shtola: [ Walks off. ] I'm not hearing any of this.

Consuming the WoL cured Y'shtola of her waning life, but she was still blind to the physical.