Disappointment could hardly be entirely expressed through Ren's current frown and knitted brows. But it would have to do as the small group began to go their separate ways after the understanding became clear that there was to be no fight. He slumped into a more relaxed position on his branch as he continued to watch on, Audrey and another of the camp's regulars were using that foreign symbol language. Something he ought to learn if he was to be known for his intelligence and helpful in any way, which he noted on his very long mental list of things he ought to do.<br/><br/>Being distracted by them, he'd almost lost sight of the real curiosity. As his eyes easily pinpointed in the distance the figure of the wounded angel being escorted to the healing tent, he swiftly followed after them in the trees; allowing a few leaves to rustle here and there in his desire to catch up. He imagined that being in the presence of a holy being would insight that same defensiveness the red-headed demon displayed, but for some unknown reason Ren felt a sort of distant familiarity. Perhaps something in a long forgotten dream or a memory one wasn't ever sure whether it was real or imagined. How did humans describe it? Nostalgia, right? Not necessarily the comforting kind, but just something he'd possibly known.<br/><br/>Lost in his thoughts, he seemed to have surpassed the small escort. Dropping lightly from his current perch and startling a few by-standing campers, he peered around the tents aimlessly. Wandering in the direction of the doctor's tent, he saw the rather tall figure of Jonas helping his most recent patient along. He would've paid them no mind if it weren't for the immediate recognition of another demon. Since they were not too far off, he stood in their path patiently waiting for them to reach him. His eyes pinned on the small and seemingly helpless woman. Another intriguing event. She was feigning to be badly wounded, for a demon that was particularly unusual. He tilted his head strongly to one side in question and leaned over to get a closer look, his nose practically touching hers.<br/><br/>If the doctor made any motions to the peculiarity of Ren's actions, he paid no mind to them. He opened his mouth as though he were about to say something but his lips simply closed into an odd smile. He straightened himself, quirking his head towards Jonas finally acknowledging the man. "Who might this be, doctor?"