"Yes, the physical sort." Enjolras clarifies, though he can't be surprised, at the moment, that Sokka might not be focusing on that. Things are, after all, that much worse. He's wincing at the mention of claws.

"Some sort of toxin probably. You would think by now someone would have seen something." He's adding, scowling a bit, not so much at Sokka as at the situation. "I hope they plan to address this the next time there is a Court, at the least." It won't help now, but he can at least make that clear enough.

They're reaching the couch and he's stopping to help Sokka get up there. "I think that seems more than a worthy goal. I wonder what others are doing with that."