[Not precisely the reaction Yuan had been expecting; even not in common, he can tell an eager demeanor from a fearful one. The girl wants to go with him.]

[Strange, but Yuan isn't going to argue it. He sees to the disposition of the rickshaws when they get there, hiring two half-elven drivers and giving the instructions to each. Not that Kratos cannot, but it's best given unknown attitudes regarding those who choose to remain Tethe'allan if Yuan makes himself seen and obvious.]

[And then Yuan finds himself alone in a rickshaw with Acacius's sister-in-law, and a young girl who's utterly fascinated by his hair. There are worse things in life. The trip is an odd sort of awkward silence, in which the aunt clearly has no idea exactly what to do with him and settles for watching the scenery, and the girl... watches Yuan.]

[He tries something like a smile, and lets his braid fall over his shoulder. The girl says something Yuan almost catches, and he resolves to pick up more of the language in future.]

[Mercifully, they make it to their destination before this can get too awkward, and Yuan's first out, reaching back to help the other two down. Surely their arrival will have attracted Acacius's attention.]