His blood that called this man here? He's not serious, right? Obviously, Jingyi just made a mistake and—

But why? Sizhui asks himself for the hundredth time, sighing heavily as he lowers his hand, only to have Zhuque take hold of it before it gets too far. He upturns his gaze, staring long and hard, considering his next move for a few long moments then reaching the free hand out, fingertips mere inches away from one of the large bicolored wings.

Hopefully, he's allowed to do so, but if not, then he'll have to pray Zhuque doesn't try snapping his arm... or worse. Sizhui's unable to help himself, really, and who can blame him? It isn't often they meet someone with wings, after all.