The panther looks towards the centaur as he catches up to the rest of the group, listening to what he has to say as he joins the conversation.  As much as she doesn't like being told she did something wrong, she relents without argument.  "I can see that; next time I'll give warning," she agrees.  Dusk can definitely understand how not having waning could cause an issue.  Especially if their opponents reacted quicker than allies.  At least proclaiming something would allow everyone to react.  She fades into thought before the centaur's sudden keeling over pulls her attention back to him.  She looks at him with obvious surprise, taking a few steps to the side in case he has a violent reaction to what's happening.  She stops nearby for the course of the change, not wanting to move on but also not having a clue as to if she should try to do anything.  He seems to recover at least most of the way after a short time.  The changes he's undergone intrigue her, but she says nothing at the moment.<br/><br/>Synys is merely watching the scenery, having been enjoying being away from the area surrounding the temple and its more dreary atmosphere, when their tauric companion falls to his knees without warning and his expression changes to one of intense pain.  She looks around immediately, at first afraid that Dura character had come back, but she doesn't see anything out of the ordinary.  She watches, concerned, but soon realizes what must be going on.  She glances to the dragonmark that manifested on the fur on the top of her left arm, clearly remembering the pain that had coursed through her soon afterwards.  That's when Dusk appeared.  She looks back to Aethon as he recovers and stands back up, uncertainty written on her face.  "You too?" she asks needlessly, mind wandering to the possibility of the others undergoing something similar...