Pyra wonders why the Myti suddenly left the Caravan for the time, not particularly liking it, they might be planning something... He still stumbled into a wall and giving a hiss as he lands on his broken arm, looking over at an orb he saw one of the Myti throw just a couple seconds ago. He turns towards the orb, holding himself up with his good hand, and see if he can pick up the orb with his magic if at all possible and get it [i]out[/i] of the Caravan. Either way, a steady stream of quiet curses was leaving his mouth at leaning on his broken arm like an idiot just a second ago.