Jericho doesn't recall the last time he's done a weekly task.  Never in Sunhaven, anyways — he's been too busy lately just being leader to even consider picking up something extra to get done.  He's not sure what's changed between this week and the last; to be honest, he doesn't think that anything's really changed at all.  But this time when he hears the Sunbearer's voice his ears lift and his curiosity piques and after a moment's contemplative pause the ginger-furred Helion finds himself making his way over.  The boardwalk is warmed by the sun beneath his paws, each step gentle despite his lopsided three-legged gait.  He nevertheless comes to hover nearby just after Ilijas, lowering himself to sit to more comfortably distribute his weight.  Jericho thinks that it'd be nice to have something to do out of the ordinary, or outside of what he has to do.  A much-needed change of pace.  "Ah, I'll take one," the feline, his pelt bathed in the sun's golden rays, speaks up politely.  He's not sure what sort of task Persephone might assign him, but he decides silently that he'll try his best regardless.