"Right! Precisely right! It's not balanced, it's not--ah--you know, Greek philosophers--humors--magnetic fields--"

It occurs to Lesgle, as they amble back to the main building, with Feuilly's dogs bouncing around them in circles, that Feuilly is unobtrusively setting a gentle pace and positioning himself to offer a supporting arm if anyone needs it. "--you know, you should go on a quest some time. Don't you think, Joly? That Feuilly should go on a quest? Everyone should, hey? Quests all around: wonderful fun, don't you think? Wonderful fun!"