"Ah, I ripped it," Jingyi says, forlorn, leaving the head with with Sizhui for a now. He gives his friend his saddest look. "I was told not to and..." Well. Chasing after Sizhui might have been a mistake.

With his feathery chicken wings over his hands, he pats at the suit, trying to find the rip. He thinks it is somewhere around the legs, perhaps his knee, but it is around the back of his leg and he cannot see the full damage. "Help me, help me. Tell me how bad it is. Is it something that you think we can fix?"