According to what? The concept of humanity is more flexible than many might want to believe.

( If it sounds like he's quoting someone, he is. Sect elders are indeed wise, if not on all things, then on many.

Jingyi has kept his tail and horns suppressed, once he'd come out of the illusion. Recognising familiar faces was useful, albeit not always practical when how in or out anyone is becomes a matter of, well, question.

Still, he leans in, looking at the same hand with its golden blood. )

... Does that darken when it dries?

( Likewise he reaches into his sleeve to tug out a strip of fabric, offering it over as a bandage; it's been a sort of necessity, as things slowly escalate. )

You're not getting overwhelmed by voices again, are you?

( Wait. BE SUBTLE. He's got this.

... Or no, he doesn't, but he's... trying, sort of. )