Jingyi cups one hand into the flat of his palm and offers a brief bow of his head and shoulders to the Forever One, their chosen speaker, and the ones still around the room before he trots right after Ryo and the sali offering to take them to be fitted and let Ryo do what he does. His eyes are caught on all the beadwork, interest noticeably pricking up.
"Thank you, I'd be the cloak requesting one." Horn decorations weren't much of a thing in his clan, and the ones who did (looking to the Jins in particular) favoured jewelry and caps rather than the beadwork he's seeing now. "Really lovely," he says offhand, before his attention directs back to Ryo, his voice pitched low.
"You're going to tell them how it works, right?" How Ryo's healing works, because it does not sound like the time to tell anyone a beat too late not to fight it in the case of wanting two living people by the end of it.
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Jingyi cups one hand into the flat of his palm and offers a brief bow of his head and shoulders to the Forever One, their chosen speaker, and the ones still around the room before he trots right after Ryo and the sali offering to take them to be fitted and let Ryo do what he does. His eyes are caught on all the beadwork, interest noticeably pricking up.
"Thank you, I'd be the cloak requesting one." Horn decorations weren't much of a thing in his clan, and the ones who did (looking to the Jins in particular) favoured jewelry and caps rather than the beadwork he's seeing now. "Really lovely," he says offhand, before his attention directs back to Ryo, his voice pitched low.
"You're going to tell them how it works, right?" How Ryo's healing works, because it does not sound like the time to tell anyone a beat too late not to fight it in the case of wanting two living people by the end of it.