Jingyi slides himself slightly in front of Ryo, more because one wants to be in the better position to defend if he must, and also because there's a lot of moving parts. The younger looking person, the woolie, whatever the heck that really was, and the angrier, older adult, who was looking least friendly out of them all.

Which was saying something, given Jingyi was frowning.

"We don't want to fight anyone. We're trying to understand what's going on here." His gaze flicks toward the younger sali, briefly, before it's back on the older one. Unlike Ryo, his hands are not up; he's keeping his body posture relaxed, sword in grip, sheathed, held low at his side.