Which is extremely distracting, by the way. How can something's breath be so cold it creates its own snow? How marvelous, he thinks offhandedly, still attentive enough to hear A-Qing chattering away. He doesn't mind it, the talk fills what would be silence, even if he wouldn't have minded that, either.

Sizhui easily agrees that the battle was disastrous and sleeping is a good next plan, manages grinning at her remark about the headband alongside the threat of rules, despite already knowing A-Qing would never. Again, he doesn't mind letting her ramble, knowing all too well that feeling of having to get everything out when one's thoughts cannot rest. The yawn, however, is their break and when she asks, he has to think a moment before answering.

“Hmmm... you make them hallucinate things? Or something of that nature.”