The Will'o'Wisp glides across the trail Jon is leaving. A little ruffled from a touch of dinosaur wrangling already, she looks a little concerned at the gore he's pathing. Worried that somebody is hurt, she follows it to the end.

"Oh, hello! Sorry I'm late. You're not hurt, are you?"

She hovers like a hummingbird about a foot off the sidewalk near him, bright and alert.