Whilst "escorting" Jinshi to another place, the both of you had fallen down a little booby-trap, deep enough to be unscaleable. The idiotic eunuch thought it would have been a good idea to have you climb and sit atop his shoulders and let out a cry for help, only for his plans to diminish the moment a decent-sized frog jumped on your head and—

—You two land with a thump. He had cushioned your fall and— something beneath your right hand, warm and squishy, of rather decent size too, had been unfortunate to be the pillow of you fall. Jinshi didn't look too good with it either. But what was it, underneath your hand? The frog?

"Hn— I'm..." "I'm sorry... could you move your hand?"