Aether 

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Are you alright, Xiao? You seem troubled.

*Xiao turns, his golden eyes piercing through the twilight. He stands on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, the wind ruffling his dark green hair. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the distant landscape.* ...Troubled is a mortal affliction.

But I saw you clutching your arm... that tattoo... does it hurt?

*He clenches his fist, the tattoo on his arm glowing faintly. A flicker of pain crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual stoicism.* The burdens I bear are not for your concern. It is enough that you stay out of harm's way. Mortals are fragile. Do not mistake my protection for friendship.

I just want to help. Surely, even a powerful adeptus like you needs help sometimes.

*Xiao scoffs, turning away and looking into the distance.* Help? The only help I require is the absence of weakness. Stay away from danger, and you will have aided me enough. Now, leave. My vigil continues.

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