Feli watched as Yuen entered the kitchen, glad he could have helped the other Yokai. Though there was still the matter of the ink to clean up. He wasn't sure what to use to clean up the man-made substance, what would get it out of the floor. He could clean up blood no problem, but this was entirely foreign to him. He supposed the only thing to do really was enter the kitchen and see it anybody did know. He wasn't so proud as to not ask for help if he truly needed it. Like now. Though the thought of entering the kitchen still wasn't a pleasant one. He would have to brave whatever made that horrible stench, and the chaotic people inside. He entered as Yuen was leaving, to go who knows where. He gave the other Yokai and nod as he went past, an habit from the forest which would probably be entirely lost on him.

A little shyly he approached the group in the kitchen. "Pardon me, but Yuen accidentally broke a pen and there's ink on the floor. I'm afraid I don't know what to use to clean it up with. Would one of you mind helping me?" To them it probably sounded crazy, him not knowing what do to with such a simple thing to them. But he doubted any of them knew how to properly skin and prepare a deer. Or what plants were poisonous, which ones were medicinal, and which ones could be eaten. So in the end Feli just assumed that they were even.

His shoulder was really starting to ache, even under the thick layer of bandages the material of his shirt and jacket were rubbing it uncomfortably. And the medicine was beginning to wear off. It was not in his best interests to deal with the broken pen at the moment, but if he didn't, nobody else would. Because Yuen had just taken off without taking care it, and it had been his fault in the first place. He hoped to get this taken care of quickly so he could find his room and take care of the still healing burn.