[Jing Yuan's hand is warm in his own, for the short while their fingers touch... and Dan Feng can't help but feel a familiar ache of nostalgia in his chest. He'd not often been the type of person to offer any physical touch outside of what was necessary while healing... but with his dearest friends everything was different.
He couldn't help but to wonder if he would ever have such a thing again, even as he leads Jing Yuan along at a measured pace, eyes raised to the branches once they've reached the trees.]
Ah-- there.
[He indicates which tree with a light gesture, the cube nestled so serenely in the branches as if cradled.]
Would I be correct to assume you're familiar with how to obtain these?
[Considering how many things his old friend had at this point, surely it meant he'd found more than a few.]
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He couldn't help but to wonder if he would ever have such a thing again, even as he leads Jing Yuan along at a measured pace, eyes raised to the branches once they've reached the trees.]
Ah-- there.
[He indicates which tree with a light gesture, the cube nestled so serenely in the branches as if cradled.]
Would I be correct to assume you're familiar with how to obtain these?
[Considering how many things his old friend had at this point, surely it meant he'd found more than a few.]