[Ever since the tail started growing in, sitting has been a complicated issue. At least now there it isn't a mess with legs to manage as well. Jin Guangyao simply settles with a squiggle of coil on half the bench, and slides the rest of his long long body underneath, to avoid creating a tripping hazard.

Any degree of discomfort in conversation is to be avoided, so he he only smiles still, soothing in tone as he replies reassuringly. With unblinking stare fixed on Myr, Jin Guangyao allows the tingle of magic rest on his tongue and seep out in the faintest trickle across his words.]

There's no need to concern yourself. I've become quite accustomed to making myself comfortable by now.

Why not sit, and tell me what's on your mind?

[Because his suspicion, in the vagueness of that message he saw upon his watch, is only increasing -- but fortunately he hardly even has to bring the matter up to confirm, it seems.]