Jas seemed to wilt when Kamon spoke. "No, that's not what I meant," he said under his breath, seemingly peeved. "Of course we can get you healed. The message I intended to deliver was not to seem desperate- so he wouldn't charge us an arm and a leg." The argoroth thought about what he had just said, and he cringed slightly. That expression of an 'arm and a leg' probably wasn't the best to use, considering the condition of Kamon's.<br/><br/>He turned away from his insectoid friend and looked at the back of the mage's head. He wasn't sure if Kamon was trying to guilt trip him or if he honestly meant it, but he didn't want to think about it right then. The mage was short, so Jas caught up with him with relative ease. Jas caught the door before Kamon entered, and held it open for him.<br/><br/>One inside, Jas scanned the shop and briefly took note of its contents. Then he watched as Saliiar flitted across the shop in search of materials. He was pleased with the way the shop presented, and he felt as though this was not the seedy establishment he had pictured. He relaxed a little bit, his second pair of eyes closing as he felt more comfortable. He cleared the way for Kamon, who was being instructed to sit in the chair.