[With an alarming speed, the yaksha pivots on his heel and draws the wooden pole that he had slung over a shoulder. One end of the makeshift weapon is leveled at Lessa—though Xiao softens his battle-ready stance upon actually seeing who has interrupted his prayers. Perhaps he should not be so quick to dismiss an apparent human, but… With a quiet sigh, he shifts the pole back into its sling and approaches the young man. His footsteps are light enough that they barely leave prints behind him.]
What are you doing? Stand up.
[Mildly embarrassed by the display—in the distance, a group of worshippers are pointing and staring—he reaches down to haul Lessa up bodily, small form belied by his strength.]
The shrines are over there. [Xiao jerks his head in the correct direction without taking golden eyes off the stranger.] So why are you over here? Did you follow me?
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What are you doing? Stand up.
[Mildly embarrassed by the display—in the distance, a group of worshippers are pointing and staring—he reaches down to haul Lessa up bodily, small form belied by his strength.]
The shrines are over there. [Xiao jerks his head in the correct direction without taking golden eyes off the stranger.] So why are you over here? Did you follow me?