( This makes Jingyi's frown deepen, some partial frustration that he cannot likewise be in two, three places at once. His tail lashes, and he pats the young woman's arm absently, speaking to Wen Ning: )
If it gets too bad out here, let me know. I can fight if we need it. Keep bringing me people, updating me? Please?
( He has to ask respectfully; Wen Ning is a senior, and one he respects, as he should—the man's a martial genius, whatever his other complications of soul, and he's Lan Sizhui's family, from his birth parents.
He leads the young woman into the light, and across the river, having to practically carry her as she drags her feet then clings tighter, sobbing, saying it's too much, too much, it needs to end.
It does, once he practically pries her fingers off his arm and nudges her through the far side, where she goes willingly, once the fear lets her breath even a little more. Back to the river's start with him, and he breathes in himself, before looking out, for the next person. )
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If it gets too bad out here, let me know. I can fight if we need it. Keep bringing me people, updating me? Please?
( He has to ask respectfully; Wen Ning is a senior, and one he respects, as he should—the man's a martial genius, whatever his other complications of soul, and he's Lan Sizhui's family, from his birth parents.
He leads the young woman into the light, and across the river, having to practically carry her as she drags her feet then clings tighter, sobbing, saying it's too much, too
much, it needs to end.
It does, once he practically pries her fingers off his arm and nudges her through the far side, where she goes willingly, once the fear lets her breath even a little more. Back to the river's start with him, and he breathes in himself, before looking out, for the next person. )