Jas looked around when Saliiar told him to sit, and then shook his head. He sort of hovered around the chair that Kamon was led to, and stood by his side. He nodded absently when Saliiar said something about moral support. While he agreed that it was true, he also didn't think that he of all people would provide moral support adequately. He watched the lizard man raise his companion's arm up and mend it.<br/><br/>His second pair of eyes opened with the sound of the twisting of Kamon's arm. He looked towards the korris for a reaction, but saw none- of pain, that is- so he let his guard drop. He rolled his shoulders unsuredly, as if just watching Kamon's arm get popped back into place would be enough to unhinge his.<br/><br/>At first, Jas tried to think of more nefarious reasons as to why Saliiar would ask where they were coming from, but Kamon seemed to answer without a worry. He nodded for emphasis when he mentioned the 'very disagreeable' companion. Still, Jas did feel bad, being his hired guide, but there was little he could do for him given his behavior and the unique situation they had been in.<br/><br/>"Cockatrice," said Jas quietly as Kamon struggled to find the word. He spoke over him slightly, bowed his head slightly in apology, and then crossed his arms against his chest. Once Kamon finished, he spoke again. "But we are grateful for your assistance. You seem to know what you're doing," he muttered, motioning to the potions and then to Kamon's mended arm.