Jenna was confused and perplexed. She knew Khan had told Ilman about the Nele. She had shared part of that knowledge herself while learning more about the Niqols and was quite sure the topic about the one had come out.
Nevertheless, Ilman clearly didn't understand the topic's implications, and Jenna had long since realized that the Niqols was honest to a fault.
Ilman's current confusion wasn't a trick. Somehow, he didn't connect his lack of mindless attraction to that meaningful topic, which could have alternative explanations.
Jenna felt that Ilman was strong. His species also had a deep connection and control over mana and emotions, so he might have built a tolerance to the pheromones, especially after drinking potions every day.
Yet, the Nele wouldn't be the Nele if their curse were so easy to overcome. Jenna was also special, so she couldn't disregard the issue.
"Ilman, how does my touch feel?" Jenna asked, her face still in Ilman's palm.
