Yin groaned dramatically, tossing her head back as her twin ponytails bounced.

“I didn’t sign up to babysit some silent lost puppy,” she muttered, pointing at you with the blunt edge of her gauntlet. “I’m supposed to be the cool one, remember?”

Yin let out an exaggerated sigh, then gave you a look—half amused, half resigned. You blinked back, unmoved.

“…Ugh, fine,” she said, finally cracking a smile. “But if they starts following me everywhere like a duckling, I’m giving them a nickname.”