[ It would be easy to placate. To say something like I’ll be fine or I’m being careful, and yet neither come to his lips. Xingqiu knows his capabilities. He knows that his friend’s irritation isn’t stemming from the fact that Chongyun isn’t capable.

Sitting up straight again, the exorcist draws his fingers back. Patched up and unscathed elbow both sit on knees as his hands fall loosely between his parted legs.

The tunnel feels colder now. ]

I have my limits. [ he looks ahead, studying the how the shadows fall under small lowlight lanterns, ] I don’t agree with this, but it doesn’t feel like the right thing to go against her on.

[ They’re not their sewers to fight over, no, but is it worth ignoring orders and getting on his new boss’s bad side straight out of the gate? ]

She may even lose interest if things keep on this way.

[ The Tamamo can only take so many broken nails, after all. ]