“I will also accept naptime! Any reason to rest after everything that's happened,” Sizhui nods, glancing sideways when Jingyi shivers and thoughtfully arching his eyebrows. Despite knowing that's how it's supposed to look, he can't help staring, smiling partially as the excessive gesture causes faint motion from where he's leaning.

People fear what they do, there's nothing wrong with it whatsoever, and even Sizhui can admit he'd be terrified by the total loss of autonomy.

An ahhh follows Jingyi's nudge, however, coaxing him into sitting more upright, a beat of silence between them as he contemplates. Many refugees nearby do seem to be doing alright, moving in more alert strides, even conversing with each other. (And here shortly, those aforementioned louder individuals will swoop in to check on others too—) So, perhaps nobody will miss them if they sneak away for some winddown time? No, no, it should be just fine, but regardless, he'll stay by his friend's side as long as he's needed.

This is why he finally head-bobs again with affirmation, “Okay, let's go then,” and does a neat heel-turn to be facing Jingyi, a hand playfully bumping against his nose in return before he hooks it gently in some fur as an incentive for them to leave now! while they can.