When her initial questions aren't answered, she tightens her grip and inhales to try again-- and the breath becomes a startled yelp muffled into his shoulder as she leaves the ground. Her own arms flail for a moment before she hooks them around his neck, resigning herself to covering his uniform in battlefield dirt as she clings back. It's fine, he started it after seeing her, so he can't complain at all.

"No trust in me," she grouches, as she's lowered back down. "Haven't I trained with several masters? Don't I have a powerful spirit beast?"

Never mind that her voice quavers a little, or that she has to reach up and balance herself with her hands on his forearms to keep upright on trembling legs for a moment after. XiXue chirps, a placid sort of greeting from a 'spirit beast' almost as filthy as its mistress, and pads forward to touch its freezing nose to Sizhui's leg. Breathe in, breathe out. Composed, she sniffs. "Brother, you're too nice, offering anything. I'll definitely take advantage."