Two Eyes Cenote oh, anytime.

he blinks, then half-sniffles in the unwittingly obnoxious way that only children could manage.
am i gonna get sick? riot questions, growing frantic as if he’d just read his poor prognosis on WebMD. will you get the sick?
whatever qiao’s reply is, it somehow seems to quell this concern, at least for now. but still remained the question of his future, he couldn’t help and question but why?
though not particularly sharp, he can read between the lines of qiao’s advice.
wait.. are you leaving??