She doesn't have to understand it all yet. He knows it, he knows how she feels about him. How deep it goes.

Xufeng raises a brow at the claim, feigning disbelief. "Do you? Show me," as if he doubts her skill or her power.

He's glad to see her keep his feather close. He reaches out to stroke fingertips along it as well, as if greeting an old friend. Only to shake his head with another helpless little chuckle.

"I don't need it. You are more afraid of them than I am. Besides. It's rude to give gifts back."

A stab to his own heart. He'd tried to give her petal back.