This was...awkward. Jianyu was not entirely certain as to how he should be reacting, and his hands fluttered in front of him, as if he could not find a better use for them. Finally he reached up, absently tugging at a strand of his hair. He had not strung the beads through the dark locks yet, and his head felt strangely light without the familiar weight of the wood beneath his finges.
Jianyu nodded as Sakngea spoke, standing up with him and folding his arms into his sleeves as he glanced over at the redhead. "I will return your clothes to you once they are cleaned," he said. "I will make sure they are taken care of prop..."
"Thank you."
How unusual it felt, hearing that from someone who was supposed to be his enemy. How strange and...pleasant it felt to hear it from Sakngea. Jianyu stared at the redhead, momentarily flummoxed, but then his expression softened, and he ducked his head, giving a small bow. "You're welcome.
"And the door's down the hall to the left, you useless country bumpkin."
