[Ying sniffs the hand and then rubs her face against it, her little ears fluttering. That seems to be a yes! Then she looks up at Xiu and she sits down at Xingchen's feet, curiously staring at the sable.
Xue Yang fidgets and swallows his discomfort, stepping forward and sitting down near the other man. There are bruises around his wrists, a cut on his cheek (courtesy of Shuanghua), but he looks no worse for wear.]
Ropes chafe and burn; chains bruise. I'm accustomed to both.
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Xue Yang fidgets and swallows his discomfort, stepping forward and sitting down near the other man. There are bruises around his wrists, a cut on his cheek (courtesy of Shuanghua), but he looks no worse for wear.]
Ropes chafe and burn; chains bruise. I'm accustomed to both.