Binghe acts reflexively, reaching out to catch Shen Luguang in a strong arm, cushioning his fall against his broad, bared chest, before gently righting him.
"Easy there, we'll be able to eat and rest soon," comes a silky response, a sympathetic smile on his face. Poor thing must be exhausted from the ordeal.
Indeed it is odd that they both know exactly who Astarion is talking about, but Binghe is also very used to strange phenomena - especially the kind that messes with the head.
(He is, momentarily, reminded of Xin Mo, shattered and scattered heavens knows only where with only a singular shard still clinging to the hilt stuffed in his qiankun bag. It will likely be enough to track down the rest of the sword but will he be able to muster enough power to open the way between worlds to get them...? Does he even want to...? It's a rather nice feeling not having the sword screaming in his brain.
Ah, but how will he be able to find that kind shizun if he doesn't...?)
"Here," he remarks, stopping outside a rather mid-tier tailors. Much of it looks far more appropriate as travel attire, though there are a handful of luxury items and silks on display.
He picks the shop not only because it sells decent quality pragmatic attire, but also because it will be far easier to keep an eye on Shen Luguang in its small interior.
"Besides, if we're traveling, we're not looking to be the height of fashion, unless we all want to be swarmed by thieves and vagabonds...?"
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"Easy there, we'll be able to eat and rest soon," comes a silky response, a sympathetic smile on his face. Poor thing must be exhausted from the ordeal.
Indeed it is odd that they both know exactly who Astarion is talking about, but Binghe is also very used to strange phenomena - especially the kind that messes with the head.
(He is, momentarily, reminded of Xin Mo, shattered and scattered heavens knows only where with only a singular shard still clinging to the hilt stuffed in his qiankun bag. It will likely be enough to track down the rest of the sword but will he be able to muster enough power to open the way between worlds to get them...? Does he even want to...? It's a rather nice feeling not having the sword screaming in his brain.
Ah, but how will he be able to find that kind shizun if he doesn't...?)
"Here," he remarks, stopping outside a rather mid-tier tailors. Much of it looks far more appropriate as travel attire, though there are a handful of luxury items and silks on display.
He picks the shop not only because it sells decent quality pragmatic attire, but also because it will be far easier to keep an eye on Shen Luguang in its small interior.
"Besides, if we're traveling, we're not looking to be the height of fashion, unless we all want to be swarmed by thieves and vagabonds...?"