[All three eyes reflexively shut as Doppio's cold hand nears; the stark difference in temperature is a jolt to his system. To Doppio, he feels warm to the touch — perhaps even hot, given the ever-present light that burns within him.]

Not feverish. [He says with a soft laugh, not shying away from the contact despite its pointlessness.] Just... off. More talkative than usual. Perhaps it is only because I've longed for your company, but...

[There he goes again — another stray thought best kept locked up tight is verbalized for Doppio and the cat to hear. Now he shies away.]

I can't help but wonder if this is another of this peninsula's tricks. Have you noticed anything strange today?