The Sentinels Oh won't you come with me,

for a moment, yunxu considers running. his shoulder has healed by now. it wouldn't be hard. but despite the startled pulse in his throat he turns at her hiss, ears flicking back even as he draws himself upright. he keeps his gaze averted from her own.

his eyes flicker as he looks the kraken up and down. there is the temptation to ask about his sister, but yunxu can't think of anyone he'd like to reveal that information to less. there's one thing that lingers and keeps him in place: the blood in his mouth and the cliff crumbling away, a gleam of suntouched gold in the rain and a streak of storm-black in pursuit, vanishing together into open air.

he curbs the instinctive retort that rises on his tongue. "i am not here for trouble," he says, measuring his words carefully. with the memory of the cliff comes the memory of the blind fury that had taken him, and he's not eager for a repeat. as long as there's no one else intending a fight, he should be fine.

should be. he remembers owlglass; he's been wrong before.

"...when you jump from the cliffs," he says. "do you find the man who fall?"