He listens patiently to her explanations, but the expression in his eyes is one of faint dismay. "I-...I know what an intravenous drip is. I'm not a complete fool." Micolash, rather than being offended, is confused and concerned! Does he look stupid to others? Stupid is the very last thing he is! He ran a college, for Kosm's sake...

Instead, his exasperation is saved for this talk of water, fluids, broths. He whines, "I thought you said it would nothing I would have to swallow. The Kin is already having me choke down...awful paste-like substances. And forcing me to finish entire glasses of water!" Wow, a whole glass. That's literally torture, right? "How can anyone stand this. This grotesque ritual? Mashing things with your teeth and spit. Swallowing the mess? Feeling it go down?!" His voice gets raised a little more as he goes on but crouches lower and looks sidelong when he hears an irritated stranger's voice further away shush him. Oops.

Micolash eventually sighs and shakes his head. Better to move onto Ashlynn's question rather than dwell on the horrors of eating food and drinking liquid. "I have not...wandered terribly far that way, but I believe this Dream has a marketplace? I have heard mention of currency, but not of what sort. People seem almost compulsive in handing out things such as snacks and drink, however." Ugh, now he's thinking about eating again. What a curse.