[Fortunately, fortunately, if Wanyang came to make me coffee and cover me with a blanket every now and then, that would be terrifying. In every sense, too terrifying...]
Motan let out a long sigh, inexplicably grateful as he glanced at the door Yizou had just left through, then shifted his gaze back to the sand table in front of him. His fingertips gently brushed across the box of alchemical chess pieces that Luna had given him as a return gift in the form of apples. Using his not entirely rusty magic control skills, Motan lit up about one-third of the black pieces.
