Shang Beida comes back over and starts carefully trimming Casper’s nails smooth and short and even.

“I mean, people in his palace do try to kill me kind of a lot, I’m sure he gets tired of saving me? It’s fine. I’ve got a seal to summon him with when I need him and everything, and not just anyone gets one of those.” He pauses. “Actually, would you mind if I made something for you that I could like, track? Just in case something… it would be more efficient than wandering around shouting your and Bob’s names like I did to find you today? I mean, if you’d rather not be trackable, that’s fine. I don’t know if I could make something you could use to summon me since I don’t think you can channel qi into things, but…” he trails off, looking uncertain. “I… I don’t want to lose you.”