Jingyi had been moving like he was on a night hunt in unscoutedtowns and cities, staying close but alert. For whatever couldn't see them, he couldn't dismiss something feeling them if it had spiritual sensitivity, uncertain that everything in Taiki's world could be so oblivious to that.

Inside, met by no one, he let out a small sigh. At this point he almost wanted something to fight to deal with pent up energies and being asked by an idiot kirin to murder him, so instead he stalked forward, looking for whatever materials were on hand.

He scrounged up a variety of paper-like pieces, two brushes, an ink stone, turning back to find Taiki and plop the whole of his findings down beside where he stood, on a convenient surface.

"What else?" He paused. "Was the silver in here too?"