Sunbeam Lair The Dark of the Matinèe

As the others eyes were obviously seeking out the cause of his behavior, Jolon pulled his leg closer to his body as to hide the fact it was most definitely broken. It hurt to move it, but he had to unless he wanted the rest to be worried. No one had to care for him- he was an independent individual that could easily take care of a broken leg himself. If just the voices agreed with him...

Fine... He rumbled, surprised by his own cold tone. Even for the normally cold tone he spoke in most of the time this was surprisingly icy. His gray eyes sought out the ground where he focused on a little rock as he moved his tongue around in his mouth. He was thirsty, but if he'd walk now Leo could see his leg more clearly. It was better to stay put until he was left alone.