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Picking out the scent of another of their party member's within the cave, Arvin turned at the sound of someone calling to him Asmara! Sometimes it was hard to remember the names of those companions when the brain of an animal identifies them in different ways. He acknowledged her with a look, but turned to watch the greeting that Severia and Antius gave to the new drake riding mage. Snorting a bit, Arvin turned back to Asmara. There were more important things to worry about now that the mage and her drake seemed to be friendly. It was taxing for Arvin to shift again, but it was impossible for him to speak to Asmara without doing so. After a moment or two, Arvin stood again upon to feet in his elven form. Most of the minor cuts and bruises he'd received during the fight had closed or lessened. Arvin couldn ever figure it out, but shifting forms seemed to heal the body just a tad. Perhaps that was why it seemed to take a lot out of his mana to perform the act repetitively. "The scent of their taint is still thick in the air, but I sense no immediate danger." Arvin reported to her, but glanced back into the tunnel. He couldn't hear the cries from within anymore, and he wondered, and not for the first time, if he'd imagined that he heard them. Of course Kujo had gone in already, and Tiaryn had as well, if his nose had told him the truth whilst he was a bear.

"I heard some..one within the cave however. I believe Kujo and Tiaryn are within, and I'm going to go in after them to see if they need help. I'll take a potion to whoever needs it in there. We might need your expertise in healing once we get back though, stay safe with the group." Arvin smiled before he took a potion from his pack. Dropping the pack near the mouth of the cave, he placed the neck of the bottle between his teeth. It was too awkward to run and carry the pack as a lynx. He dropped to all fours, the transformation between elf and lynx completed all too quickly. It was his favored and most used form. Ears twitching and sticking straight up to better hear, the lynx lowered his snout to sniff at the tracks and bounded off. The battle had left Arvin tired, of course, but it was too early to relax. He had to put off personal comfort to see if Kujo and Tiaryn were alright. At full speed, it didn't take Arvin long to catch up to the trio, though they were now coming back from wherever the dwarf had been held. Arvin hoped Tiaryn could recognize his lynx form with the precious little light that made it down there. He sat down in the middle of their path, just in case, tail swishing behind him. Arvin would transform back, but he feared he didn't have the mana to transform again without a potion, and if they were attacked he was all but useless without spells. Kujo would most likely know he was there first. Arvin gave a throaty purr and a muffled sound thanks to the potion bottle in his mouth, to let Tiaryn know he was nearby, walking forwards and bumping into her with his snout and potion bottle. Come on.. take the potion! Arvin thought, trying to draw Tiaryn's attention to the bottle.