The two younger teens, probably thirteen at most, held onto each other's arms and stumbled toward Ryo, looking sick. Jingyi caught sight of him and blinked, tucking his injured arm against his side without thinking about it as he picked up to a jog, heading over.

"Hey, Ryo!"

He reaches the teens and shoos them on forward, until they're through the door and he's the last one inside, looking like an excellent advertisement for what not to wear to an animal attack crisis.

"I don't know that they're injured, but they were stuck crossing over on foot. What's with these creatures crawling around? So disgusting," he says, wrinkling his nose and trying to not look like a guy who wishes he had a sword to properly run things through, instead of relying on hand to hand combat. He's a sword cultivator. Also, those teenagers are definitely staring at his horns like they're pretty sure his tail should be forked, instead of scaled, furred, and bloodflecked as it lashes behind him in an expression of general irritation. "They look like they're real, but what are they?"

One teenager leans in toward Ryo and whispers, "He's not going to eat us for energy, is he?"

Jingyi, hearing that, gives both teens a deadpan look, again wrinkling his nose. "I'm not a cannibal." That he'd say the same to a dragon is neither here nor there.