Some of that stormy aura from Raph seems to diffuse right into Leo as time drags on. It's glaringly obvious that Mike is taking as much time as mutantly possible just to be difficult, and what's worse, he can feel the satisfaction rolling off of Raph in waves.

Yeah, Leonardo is public enemy number one. What else is new?

He tries not to let it get to him. An effort he attempts to sustain by channeling every ounce of his focus into his menial task of sorting the medicine. He takes out the vials, crushed herbs wrapped in paper, and bandages improvised from bits of cloth and blankets, and spreads them out in front of him, arranging them by type, application, color.

He knows a seaweed-haired kedan who works at a clinic, and she has been gracious in supplying them with medical items for a while now. Though the need for such things has decreased ever since they met Korra, it's something he's been grateful for... though one couldn't tell, the way he's glaring down at the supplies as he shuffles them around.

Okay. His mood might be darkening rapidly after all.