( Jingyi's patient with it, taking it as a breather and his own reaffirming contact. It continues to be weird, because the train has so many different touch boundaries and cultural ones to the point even the people he recognises don't respond in the ways he expects; but he's dealing. More or less.
Once Inigo's had enough for the moment, and starts speaking on the branches, Jingyi shifts to look at the gathered ones. )
One problem at a time. Are we using rope to tie branches together across the gaps? Or anchoring them at each side so nothing's blowing them away.
( Those are... okay. Those are big branches. He glances at Inigo, whiskers shivering in amusement. )
Okay, so these are branches, but you've been hauling trees around, Inigo, of course you're exhausted. Let's see...
( Jingyi picks one up with a foot, tucking it up under him and giving an odd hop to get himself gently airborne again. Flying is simply easier, even if it's also harder, and with his head turned back he flies himself... backward... toward the bridge. Looking for a gap to fit the branch across, or add to what's there already. )
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Once Inigo's had enough for the moment, and starts speaking on the branches, Jingyi shifts to look at the gathered ones. )
One problem at a time. Are we using rope to tie branches together across the gaps? Or anchoring them at each side so nothing's blowing them away.
( Those are... okay. Those are big branches. He glances at Inigo, whiskers shivering in amusement. )
Okay, so these are branches, but you've been hauling trees around, Inigo, of course you're exhausted. Let's see...
( Jingyi picks one up with a foot, tucking it up under him and giving an odd hop to get himself gently airborne again. Flying is simply easier, even if it's also harder, and with his head turned back he flies himself... backward... toward the bridge. Looking for a gap to fit the branch across, or add to what's there already. )