A what now? Po Xiao makes a soft, uncertain noise, relaxes his posture somewhat, lowers his left hand back to his side and shifts the rod in his right so it's entirely upright with the end resting on the ground between them.

The snikt of the sword has him slackening further, but as the male (he's guessing that's a safe assumption?) continues, his expression creases with lingering worry. Had it been bigger than him? While it doesn't matter now that it's dead, he can't help wondering, regardless. He's hesitant to answer initially, yet decides on, “Anywhere that isn't where I came from.”