Xingchen doesn't move away even when Wuxian shifts close, comfortable with the proximity of someone so kind and warm. And he's giggling at some of his own stories, oblivious to when his nephew might want to ask a question but ends up not.

Regardless, he's in a rather happy mood when he can't find another really favored story to share, so it's just as well Wuxian pipes up. His brow furrows just a little and his head tilts slightly to one side. "Are monsters like us not allowed to fight?" It feels wrong to refer to himself as a monster.

But it's true, isn't it? He's turning into a dragon. His nephew is becoming a puca. But that doesn't mean they have to be evil, or wicked. They do, perhaps, just have to be a bit more careful to stay true to themselves.