Jingyi's frown only cements when the one in his arms goes limp, though he tucks the sali closer to his chest. Dead weight feels different than struggling weight, and while easier to manage, it's disconcerting along with helpful.
He is, however, trained to respond in various ways to situations like these. He grunts, then speaks to Ryo, already stepping forward to take place in front of Ryo (sorry, Ryo, you're his squishier party here, he's going to meatshield) heading in the commanded direction.
"Who has patience when your home and people are under attack?" He pauses. "... Okay, to an extent, probably Zewu-jun."
Either way, so summoned, he leads the way to the Forever One, carrying his unconscious burden. The ropes have already loosened, and he figures should be easy enough to pull of once he can set the uncle down.
bye young sali, we never knew your name, ye of woolie faith
He is, however, trained to respond in various ways to situations like these. He grunts, then speaks to Ryo, already stepping forward to take place in front of Ryo (sorry, Ryo, you're his squishier party here, he's going to meatshield) heading in the commanded direction.
"Who has patience when your home and people are under attack?" He pauses. "... Okay, to an extent, probably Zewu-jun."
Either way, so summoned, he leads the way to the Forever One, carrying his unconscious burden. The ropes have already loosened, and he figures should be easy enough to pull of once he can set the uncle down.