Rayra yelped─a lot like a pup that stuck its nose into a snake's business, as he would have probably put it─as the missile was removed, but smiled at Mark a few seconds later. "It's quite alright. I can wait, and we can always catch more food when we're out." The gnoll grunted, apparently aware of what Cuna can told him, but showed no further sign of discomfort. "This isn't all that bad. In retrospect, it's not as if I haven't been on fire before..." Naturally, the statement was optimistic, even if it was a rather unpleasent and grim notion...