[ Normally, Adra's better at this. On any other day, he'd be knocking these people aside himself, scowling and hissing his way towards seclusion. But this moment feels like a culmination, a nadir. Nothing has gone well since he left Caissa for this Light-forsaken town, and he doesn't count the victory tonight as anything to celebrate. Bloodshed is bloodshed. It's always something to mourn.
He looks at Wukong in surprise--pleased surprised. They've come a ways since that first meeting in the courtyard, it seems. His ears perk forward, and he holds out his hand. ]
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He looks at Wukong in surprise--pleased surprised. They've come a ways since that first meeting in the courtyard, it seems. His ears perk forward, and he holds out his hand. ]
Go ahead, Wukong.
[ A beat. ]
And thank you.