( The tail behind him lashes in consternation, but not due to Wen Ning; Jingyi glances up at the ongoing chaos of a different kind and wrinkles his nose. With The unconscious person now in his arms, he grunts, shifting their weight, so his princess carry is better situated. )

Some of them are too crazy to talk to, this stuff gets to people. Have you seen Sizhui? Hanguang-jun? Wei-shizhang?

( Seconds he can spare, then see if Wen Ning will retrieve another one of the difficult ones for him, perhaps. Deadweight in his arms the whole time, but Jingyi has the strength to spare. )