The plants and flowers and aroma in the air makes it a little difficult to pick up his scent right away. Especially without an open wound. She frowns.]
I can send out a few familiars to look.
[Several eyes are better than none. Fingers curling, her nails bite into her palm, pooling blood within her hand. The dark crimson has no time to settle, morphing almost as soon as it touches the air. Rather than trickle through her fingers it transforms, wings forming as multiple butterflies flutter up into the sky. A few linger around them, gently floating in the summer air.]
I'll search with them quickly.
[Whatever wound had formed is gone, simply replaced by smooth, pale skin.]
Yuuri's the one constant thing within Marina, for better or worse. I bet he's just off getting something to eat.