He takes the washcloth and debates blurting out the most honest truth: like he's way too naked on various levels, particularly since compared to the last time Ryo healed him, this time was just... odder. Resistance he could feel as well, not from Ryo and not from himself, but the qi of this world, such as it was.
He makes quick work to wipe himself off, tail staying low and swooshing back and forth in low key displeasure, even as he answers the question.
"As good as any of us since landing." A sidelong glance to Ryo, "And you?" He caught that steadying moment, okay.
Yet this isn't private time, and with the sali offering out one of the animal cloaks, Jingyi has a moment where part of him internally recoils. Not because any of it is bad, and not because he thinks all life is sacred: he didn't eat much meat, and his clan was vegetarian, but they didn't only use products made out of non-animal parts, so it would be silly. Yet none of them really wear pelts, let alone ones that retain this much of their animal form.
"Oh wow."
He's curious, too, which is what wins out when he accepts the cloak after... not knowing what to do with his sarong, and shoving it without comment between his knees. Ryo (unfortunately) gets his washcloth handed back with a, "I'll clean that in a moment," whenever water access made the "moment" end, and reached for the cloak held out. Size wise, it looks like it should work.
"Thank you," he says, holding it for a moment before he shifts and gives it a small shake, pulling it on like his outer robes. He leaves the hood back, fumbling for the cloak tie at the throat. It seems to be okay, when he's standing still, but Jingyi feels a problem that manifests when he shifts to the side, turning in a circle.
His tail, being thicker where it joins to his body and more present than his assets, pulls just enough to leave the fabric gaping on and off at the front of the cloak. Likely a longer one, with the greater pelts used, wouldn't have the same issue, but as he bites down into his lower lip, he glances to the sali outfitting him. "Maybe one a little larger?"
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He makes quick work to wipe himself off, tail staying low and swooshing back and forth in low key displeasure, even as he answers the question.
"As good as any of us since landing." A sidelong glance to Ryo, "And you?" He caught that steadying moment, okay.
Yet this isn't private time, and with the sali offering out one of the animal cloaks, Jingyi has a moment where part of him internally recoils. Not because any of it is bad, and not because he thinks all life is sacred: he didn't eat much meat, and his clan was vegetarian, but they didn't only use products made out of non-animal parts, so it would be silly. Yet none of them really wear pelts, let alone ones that retain this much of their animal form.
"Oh wow."
He's curious, too, which is what wins out when he accepts the cloak after... not knowing what to do with his sarong, and shoving it without comment between his knees. Ryo (unfortunately) gets his washcloth handed back with a, "I'll clean that in a moment," whenever water access made the "moment" end, and reached for the cloak held out. Size wise, it looks like it should work.
"Thank you," he says, holding it for a moment before he shifts and gives it a small shake, pulling it on like his outer robes. He leaves the hood back, fumbling for the cloak tie at the throat. It seems to be okay, when he's standing still, but Jingyi feels a problem that manifests when he shifts to the side, turning in a circle.
His tail, being thicker where it joins to his body and more present than his assets, pulls just enough to leave the fabric gaping on and off at the front of the cloak. Likely a longer one, with the greater pelts used, wouldn't have the same issue, but as he bites down into his lower lip, he glances to the sali outfitting him. "Maybe one a little larger?"