Outlook did not immediately reply.
After sitting down, he hung his head and propped it on his hands before he finally let out a sigh of relief.
Outlook explained in a low voice with a wry smile, "When you get older, all the negative effects of being prone-spiritual start to hit you.
"Now if I stand for too long, I feel a bit dizzy, and I can't run anymore. With a neck as long as mine, once my body starts to fail, either my heart or my brain is going to have problems first."
"You don't look old, though."
Russell was quite the smooth talker, "Even your voice sounds young, like someone in their thirties."
"That's probably the only good thing about severe prone-spiritual disease—I'm actually almost sixty."
Outlook laughed heartily, "Humans usually judge aging mainly by looking at skin and hair color. Obviously, there are very few people who can determine the age of animals by the color of their fur."
He paused, then reminisced wistfully, "Your mother must be Alice, right?"