The tightened hold is nice. Then again, everything with Beauty Ghost was familiar, was good. She leans into that tight embrace and gives a tired smile. Though, the smile lacks any of the brightness it once did.

Wen Kexing had been right. Ghosts and humans couldn't exist together.

"Not out of that one," she states softly, meaning the pitcher that was beside the bed. It had probably been sitting there for a bit. On top of that, it's one that Scorpion had been close to. Even though he'd shown her that it wasn't poisoned, she didn't trust it.