Jer watched Amunet smile, his yellow eyes following the movement, as if their depths were hungry to categorize everything they set upon. In his fierce gaze, nothing was missed. He noted that she didn't seem to care either way; why she was here, how long she had been there, who she had been before. He, on the other hand, constantly was left in bouts of self hatred for the monster he was, the monster with the angel's face. He shook his head ever so slightly, clearing his head of the thoughts, though his eyes tightened ever so slightly. He stood in silence, shrouded in the darkness of the tree above him, not really sure what to say.