[Relieving A-Yao of the basket, Mingjue hums a low agreement.]
I might. The Unclean Realm only needs so much meat. Could work. [A conflicted shadow dims his expression for a moment as he furrows his brow.] I'm not good at being idle.
[But the comment is shaded with a hint of...relief, maybe, that he has been.
Once they're at the chosen tree, he passes the basket back and tries not to be too obviously gobsmacked by A-Yao's news. That's...a lot of very significant news. He'd known that Meng Yao hadn't really had a chance to cultivate, and he'd been so young. But a proper core—]
no subject
I might. The Unclean Realm only needs so much meat. Could work. [A conflicted shadow dims his expression for a moment as he furrows his brow.] I'm not good at being idle.
[But the comment is shaded with a hint of...relief, maybe, that he has been.
Once they're at the chosen tree, he passes the basket back and tries not to be too obviously gobsmacked by A-Yao's news. That's...a lot of very significant news. He'd known that Meng Yao hadn't really had a chance to cultivate, and he'd been so young. But a proper core—]
Show me when we sit.