Jingyi angled his head to see whomever had come tumbling in after him, amber eyes observing Jin Rulan and Fairy for a long moment. Then he flicks his tail, much larger in this form, and turns his attention back to his mirror image, where his human, physical form has now become as draconic as his spirit form.

This is what Ten-Nank had spoken about. The spirit was tethered, and what the spirit experienced, so did the body. This is why Lan Jingyi is kept outside, when he's tended to under a sheet and with no clothes, for the unpredictable nature of his transformations, all peaceful so far, some regular in prediction, others not. Strange to think that's how the measure of his time from platform to platform looks to the people of his clan: regular shifts, for brief periods of time. Longer and sporadic ones at others.

Jin Rulan is left unaddressed as Lan Jingyi brings his mouth down and starts using his teeth to rake through the mane on top of his head, between his body's horns. Picking at the natural tangles that happen to a sleeping, unmoving form, and looking himself over for any signs of degeneration. As far as he can tell, he's not losing muscle mass, not developing sores. If that's due to the mechanics of the tether, or due to the care of his clan, he doesn't know for sure either way.