"It is all right." Sizhui's arms close around the thin shape of the fox, fondly and protectively. The panicked tension is plain to feel, and Sizhui's fingers try to pet the fur in a soothing matter.

"I will not let them get to you. Mmm..." He hesitates, but then goes on, just as gently. "I would just carry you inside but I think you might need a bath before that's allowed."

Sorry, mom, but you kind of smell.