[He isn't a stranger to either sicknesses or peacocks. Some might argue that he is a little bit of both himself, though he is hardly dressed lavishly. Zishu prefers comfortable robes in muted colors - blue if he can acquire it - that do not hamper his ability to fight (and do not irritate his wounds). Weisi has already garnered his attention, but he doesn't show it until he hears those whistles. His eyebrows rise as if shocked - an act of innocence that has worked well in the past to loosen tongues.]

Master is too kind. [And what is the reason behind said kindness? He smiles and edges closer, eager to find out.] The majority of us are accustomed to hardship. We protect each other and conquer obstacles as a group.