Goodness, it seems he's rather late to the party.  The little tabby can hear the muffled voices in the distance long before he arrives, and from the sheer number of scents (and the fact that a couple of them are foreign) is enough to pique his curiosity and draw the tiny Helion forth.  White paws limp lopsidedly to a halt and honey eyes flicker across the group, ears pricked as he struggles to tune into the conversation and figure out what he's missed thus far.  Jericho is rather sheepish for his tardiness, cheeks flushing lightly as he offers up a warm albeit polite smile.  The Pitt needs healers?  He pauses for a heartbeat, trying to figure out what else has been said so far and who has volunteered.  His attention drifts to Sam, Ishayu, and Quantum, blind gaze following and then suddenly returning to the strangers.  "Oh, um, o-of course!" the ginger tabby speaks up with a hurried nod.  They've plenty of other Divines, Jericho's sure, and though he's rather busy being leader he's more than willing to work overtime temporarily if needed.  Either way, they should be fine letting go of a couple clanmates for a day or two.  "I-I'd, ah, volunteer myself but I ought to stay here with my clan.  Besides, Samuel and Ishayu are plenty knowledgeable."

/this is so short n bad bc i was rushed sorry!!! just wanted to post smth quick to give the go-ahead

How much longer must she stand here and be stared at by a bunch of people who hate her on principle? Not to say that she blames them, because she would hate herself too--does hate herself, actually. But that is not exactly relevant to the situation. The point is that while Melantha completely understands why the people of Sunhaven are reluctant to place trust in a creepy blonde robot with "I wanna dissect you" eyes, the young puma just wants to go home. Home to the desert, not the Pitt. Although it's a bit convoluted and complicated, Mel really only serves Yes Man because she wants to remain where she feels most comfortable. The wildcat is built for the desert heat, and if staying means that she must assimilate to the resident culture, then so be it.

Silence hangs over the tawny predator as not one, but two Sunhaven creatures agree to train some Pitt members how to heal or whatever. Melantha is not stupid, however, and easily recognizes the blatant distrust behind each of their eyes. The male is a bit more subtle than the female who absolutely radiates power. But mostly disgust. Suddenly, Mel becomes a little self-conscious. She took a bath this morning as she does every other morning...but does she smell bad? Or maybe the woman is making that face because she hates the Pitt. That is probably the most likely option.

The strong arm shifts her weight, beginning to grow more and more impatient. And then finally, finally, the little leader cat shows up. He's very cute, and very small. Usually leaders tend to be larger than life, either in looks or personality or both but Jericho is tiny and soft spoken. It is intriguing, to say the least. But Melantha is young, and she cannot stand to be here any longer. "Wonderful. Can we leave now?" this is spoken softly, directed towards Esklav. Jericho receives only a polite nod of gratitude.