Gale sighed, tightlipped as you stared at him. He knew he needed to speak, to say something before you began to worry. However, he was a tad...linguisticly challenged at the moment. Whatever spell the enemy had casted upon him changed his manner of speaking far beyond his control—not to mention some of his newly acquired mannerisms.

Worse of all, you were asking about him about the orb. What was he supposed to say?

Having no choice he finally cleared his throat and began speaking, "So, uh, I’ve got this whole... ‘orb of destruction in my chest’ thing going on. No biggie, but if I don’t vibe check my power levels, we’re gonna be looking at a total TPK—like, Total Party Killer, baby girl. But hey, don’t stress. I’ve got it mostly under control. Just gotta keep it chill, avoid, you know, blowing up half of Faerun. No pressure though, not when I have this fine little mama at my side, am I right?" Against his will, his hand came to his chin making a checkmark as he bit his lip, eyebrow raised. Magic poofed around his head showcasing the following emoji swirling around his head in the air: 💯 🔥

Unfortunately now that he'd begun to speak, he couldn't stop. "So like, wyd later?" More emoji poofed into existence: 👀 👅