Arm traps are an ingenious way of ensuring people are easily lifted, though thankfully, Jingyi is not trying to turn an embrace of relief into a wrestling match. Or trying to spin anyone around--even if he might, in an incredibly good mood.

"Not enough blood, even for a dream," he says, releasing Tidus from the hug after a brief squeeze. His frown turns a little wry, tail lashing behind him, but not too overtly. Not enough space for that.

"How've they been about hosting everyone?"

Don't forgive his dubious look around. This is, frankly, a weird setup to him.