"No, but you visit often enough!"

They're arguing across realities, and right now, Jingyi doesn't have the energy to spare piecing together just how this Jin Rulan's experiences may be different.

To be fair, no one asks Jingyi beyond the obvious dragon thing.

"This is what I mean," he says, rearing up just enough to catch himself floating his front legs, performing the necessary seal. A blue qi net, reminiscent of a fishers net with larger gaps "woven" in, springs up from the ground encircling the injured refugee, then caps off as a dome overhead, out of their reach. He tightens it, preventing the refugee from moving too much, but loosens it again when the refugee tries climbing the qi netting, making it harder for them to get any hold.

"They need treating... they need to be out or freed from this compulsion. Rulan, can you reach any of their pressure points?"

Knock them out the kindest, most controlled way, sect heir.