He is very noticeable in his whites and blues, tall even among his own peers let alone the villagers. When he spots the frizzy blonde-brown head approaching him, he's pleasantly surprised by the bow and hurries to coax her up, hands gently touching under her elbows.

"Please, meimei, there is no need. You have done my family a great service."

His smile radiates fond warmth for her, this strange young woman who has so kindly integrated herself into the lives of his clan. Sizhui, perhaps, is taken with her prettiness as well as her kindness.

"Lead the way, you know this land better than I. Where is safe to talk?"