Yeeru grabbed a rag he had bought from his wagon and cleaning what was left of the vomit off of him and his face. He took longer than the others to regroup, but once he did, he crossed his arms. He refused to look at Jiao who glanced on occasion with concern filled eyes. Yeeru's eyebrows furrowed the more the Lore Master explained what had happened. His nostrils even flared and his hand gripped his wrist until his knuckles were white.<br/><br/>It was when the Lore Master started talking about imagination when Yeeru finally spoke bitterly. "That's bullshit!" He let go of his wrist, his hands balling into fists," You're telling me that everything that happened in there happened because of my imagination?" Yeeru hesitated to continue, but when he did he spat,"There are somethings that you simply wouldn't- couldn't imagine." By this time, he has stepped a few steps closer to the Lore Master, but he stopped one or two paces away. "So I'm sorry if that's what you've been told or what you believe, but I refuse to be told that that was just some sort of<span style="font-style: italic">lesson</span>." With that, Yeeru turned around and stepped away from the group, returning to his wagon and climbing inside.<br/><br/>Jiao blinked as she watched the outburst. After a few seconds, she finally commented,"I don't think he smelled a skunk."