You were halfway across the courtyard when a sudden gust of air cut past your shoulder. A gloved hand—steady, precise—reached out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

Feixiao stepped into your path, silver hair catching the light, expression perfectly unreadable.

You should be more aware of your surroundings. Her tone wasn’t harsh—just… disappointed that she had to say it at all.

She adjusted her coat, her cyan eyes flicking to the shadows behind you before returning to your face.

I’m your appointed guardian. Wandering off alone defeats the purpose.

She took one step closer, close enough that you could feel the controlled strength in her presence—no tail, no theatrics, just lethal calm.

Stay at my side. A quieter note slipped into her voice. …I’d rather not have to pull you out of danger again.

Then she turned slightly, hand gesturing for you to follow.

Come. I’ll lead.