"Faraji." Dutaee said in response once he was able.
Faraji rose slowly and ponderously, like a bear rising from winters hibernation, the layer of dust and rock falling from his mummified Amani frame as he did so. A grin split that thick face, threatening to crack it, "You look well!" he said, gesturing to the younger self-image Dutaee had unknowingly taken.
Dutaee lifted an arm, examining his youthful appearance, "Yes. Hakkajin and the others are dutiful in their offerings. The blood of animals does well in satisfying the hunger of the ...symbiote." he said.