The cloak feels nice around him and they're all lucky that Zhuque does not feel most normal human emotions. After what he had seen with Shuoyue...he doesn't want to. He follows along, graceful and unashamed, as he is dragged along with the other young man. He turns his wrist and holds onto the young man's hand.

"You needn't guide me like this," he says.

Zhuque easily moves out of his hold and reaches up, plucking a feather from his wing. Easily, it transforms under his will into a black and red token, no different than the one that already hangs from his belt.

"Use this to summon me. I would not wish for more of your blood spilt because of me."

With a bow, he disappears in red embers and manifests as a bird charm on the token.