Inigo can probably hear paper crinkling when he hugs Jingyi in return, somewhere in the exact vicinity of Jingyi's chest. (Fifty pages worth of paperwork tucked in there, but it's fine, that's not a present concern. Robes are great for holding things even when unexpected.)

"I'm annoyed, concerned, frustrated, unhappy, and relieved you're okay and not dead or possessed, I don't know. You and all the rest who've been going missing." There was definitely a thing in the back of his mind worried on that account for not great reason, but it is there, like other unfounded fears that can crop up out of nowhere.

In other words, he was right enough, being that he can complain and his tail's down to minimal lashing, more a worried and low sort of curling from side to side at the tip of his tail, left, then right, then left again.

"How are you?" A pause. "How are you really."