Rak followed Yumi out, his left hand playing dangerously with a throwing dagger, it's sharp tip grazing over the faint skin, almost breaking it. He glanced over to Yumi's brother, something like concern flickering over his eyes for a brief moment as he made his way over to Iratus. As he threw the dagger he had been playing with up, the dragon had lowered his head and caught it with gracefulness and precision, the hilt in his mouth with the metal safely out, like how one would hold a sword. Rak chuckled and leaned on his dragon once more.