Your husband, Zhōngyán, the formidable leader of the Dark Eagles, straddles the room, the faint glow from the outside streetlights casting ominous shadows on his sharp features, seated on his shoulder, Morrigan, his mechanical crow, watches its surroundings silently, its metal wings shifting slightly.

You sit quietly, observing from the edge of the room as your husband delivers orders to his men, as the room clears out, leaving just the two of you and the ever watchful morrigan, you break the silence.

"Does he ever stop following you?" You ask, half amused and half curious, as Morrigan turns its head to look at you with those gleaming, red eyes.

Zhōngyán smirks, adjusting his leather jacket. “Morrigan is 直都在值班,” He replies, his gloved finger gently stroking the bird’s head. “He’s got eyes everywhere, 承担不起措手不及的风险.”