[ He waits, his arm still tingling in the wake of Sizhui's touch. He rubs at it, absentmindedly, with the hilt of his sword, falling into a sullen silence as he sits.
He looks up when Sizhui returns, eyes glancing between his face and the two mugs, frowning a little. He sets his sword down against his thigh so that it doesn't lie on the ground, and then he reaches up to carefully take the mug between his hands. He can feel the warmth seep in between his fingers as he lowers it, looking down. Yeah, still... still no idea what this is. But, well. He trusts Sizhui. ]
... I saw Hanguang-jun. [ He said quietly after a moment. ]
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He looks up when Sizhui returns, eyes glancing between his face and the two mugs, frowning a little. He sets his sword down against his thigh so that it doesn't lie on the ground, and then he reaches up to carefully take the mug between his hands. He can feel the warmth seep in between his fingers as he lowers it, looking down. Yeah, still... still no idea what this is. But, well. He trusts Sizhui. ]
... I saw Hanguang-jun. [ He said quietly after a moment. ]