[H2]Mark Tybalt[/H2]
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Before he had so much as the ability to lead the way, Kamalahad thrown herself into the horde with an aggressive determination. It was... well, different really for him to see a girl her age so relentlessly pursue something; just the notion that they needed food and a table, going together and she was off. Mark didn't hesitate to follow Kanaka, in more ways than one fairly amused by her personality and her willingness to just take action without need for discussion or debate. Quite nice, really - nod needing to argue with someone.

Following a step behind, the numbers parted a bit faster and soon enough both Kana and Mark had found their meals; it took a bit of a fight, but the feline in Mark enjoyed the prospect of having to out that tiny more effort in to maximize effect. It had a presence to it, or so Mark could readily tell - a perceived authority it held itself with and manifested through him.

Overhearing Kana, ears attuned to her over the noise, he replied casually.

"True, but all the same I know more of you than anyone else here, even if that 'more' is realistically just a little."

The two proved to sit ddown at one of the large, ornate tables - Kanala setting an elbow atop it. Mark however, slung his pack beside his foot; it was in reach, not that it was to be stolen, as there were plenty of attentive eyes and the students largely preoccupied, but it felt safer. He relaxed ever so slightlyin response, looking to Kana with a quirked brow as she requested, having turned her laugh to a more serious, direct tone.

Mark paused, blinking with a sort of short breath. It caught him off guard, but he should have known this was coming, particularly from the woman he just met; everything about her thus far suggested she would have asked this question now rather than later.

Mark debated greatly what to tell her first - it was a bit difficult to say he sort of changed into large cats and had empathy toward them like some sort of failed psychic.

"I," He said, pausing a bit, trying to word it the best he could, chuckling with a sort of awkward, shy laugh, "Well, I am an empath... for felines."

That sounded stupid, he rationalized, wondering if she even knew what he meant; after all, what could she do? Probably something far more complex and dangerous no less.

"I can influence them... even heal them."