They're so absolutely captivating, it's a wonder Sizhui's able to tear his eyes away long enough to do anything else. Later, he reminds himself, we will be safer not out in the open. Fortunately, the squabbling between him and Jingyi isn't offputting and when Zhuque's wings are suddenly wrapped around him, that does prove a good distraction. Something he's reluctant to protest, even after Jingyi's hand touches his, silently urging the cloak into it.

Sizhui tries his best to not sound disappointed whenever the wings withdraw; the warmth had been nice, he could've easily tucked himself against Zhuque and soaked up all the heat he had to offer, but not in front of Jingyi. (Though that would at least give him an excuse to scold him for watching!)

He swallows thickly following the remark and shakes his head, “N-No,” he stammers, but then he reassures with a smile, “I mean, no, your form is... it's fine.” Perfect, really— (Come on, Sizhui, focus!) “This will be easier for, ah, keeping you hidden from others.”