Eyes are on them, through the healing process and the outfitting, any wandering gazes moving quickly back to what's important: what Ryo is doing with his hands, how the weight of the cloak sits on Jingyi; the issue with the tail that becomes apparent.

"The issue is tail and gathering." The observation isn't unkind, and they motion for Jingyi to drop the cloak to a wooden table, rough with wear, covered crates underneath. "We have nightwear we do up at the front, covers the body. Tear it at the back, give you a light cloak - will this suffice?" They're moving to cheats now, to get examples. But they do not pause in speaking, adding, "And tell us as we do this: How many of there are you, what your meaning of help supplies. We know our own, and we will tell you, once the emergency outside is contained. You stay for two handfuls of days - this is what I heard. Issues of energies. What actions do you take, what supplies do you hope for? Tell everything."

They speak in the same straightforward manner they have, even-toned, turning back to them with a robe, dark eyes watching them, but holding nothing sharp to them. Dressed themselves in a type of tunic with the sleeves split at the elbow, brought in and tied back. Trousers that flare at the end, but don't reach down to the hoofs.