It's not as if Jiang Cheng is surprised at the way the two of them appear - he's learned that the two of them together can often be a recipe for accidental disaster. It's not as though they intend to do it, not as if they meant to fall into his rivers, but here they are all the same.
He's about to turn and try and command someone to get Tidus some spare robes, something to dry him off, when he realises there's no point; his disciples are beginning to forget he's present, that their Sect Leader returned, that he awoke. It all lends weight to what they're saying to him.
"I had suspicions," he admits after a moment, crossing his arms over his chest.
He isn't happy, obviously he isn't, and he looks between the two of them before he breathes out. It's clear from the expression on his face just how pained he is at the idea of having to leave Lotus Pier once again - it hurts, somewhere deep in his stomach, a rotting thing that makes him feel ill - but even stubbornness cannot fight against people arriving, the colours of the sky, the storms.
He's been on the train long enough to think that, perhaps, he should know better than to hope.
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He's about to turn and try and command someone to get Tidus some spare robes, something to dry him off, when he realises there's no point; his disciples are beginning to forget he's present, that their Sect Leader returned, that he awoke. It all lends weight to what they're saying to him.
"I had suspicions," he admits after a moment, crossing his arms over his chest.
He isn't happy, obviously he isn't, and he looks between the two of them before he breathes out. It's clear from the expression on his face just how pained he is at the idea of having to leave Lotus Pier once again - it hurts, somewhere deep in his stomach, a rotting thing that makes him feel ill - but even stubbornness cannot fight against people arriving, the colours of the sky, the storms.
He's been on the train long enough to think that, perhaps, he should know better than to hope.
"How did you get here?"