Zishu huffs at the question, though his eyes close under the kisses. He nods before forcing himself to shift back to his human form. The pain washes over him, making him pant for breath for a moment before he can calm himself and push it away. He still lays for a moment, then settles on his back. He's only wearing one thin robe today, almost a silver blue.

"It happened a year ago, too," he murmurs in memory. "I'd just arrived, wounded, but was healing when the heat started in."