((I think four of mine are skipping this post xD;))
Mint's eyes wavered uncertainly. She didn't understand sarcasm.
"Um... no... but... is he ok?" she padded cautiously over to the black Dynamic. "Wow, Dynamic markings are much more complex than ours," she remarked, checking him over for wounds while at the same time trying not to give away what she was doing. She didn't want to let them know she was a healer in case they took advantage of her not being able to fight.
Yamius padded back out of camp and sat under a tree, looking desolate and alone, the fake smile still on his face. Only his eyes betrayed his mood.
"It's fine, it's fine." he muttered to himself. "If I can just work harder for the clan, maybe they'll stop doing that..."


