Some Demon on Demon action sounds good

What was she to say? To think? She had not have a good track record with this person, even Ci Lan Tsu admitted that herself, just a moment ago. But though she had, there was a softness in her voice that wasn't there before. Rather, it might be more accurate to say the harshness that was in her voice the times before was the component missing for their interaction. There were a great many things Ceal was at the moment, but unfortunately talkative wasn't one of them. Instead, she made a small grunt like noise that came with a short nod.

Before she knew it, she was picked up by the woman, apparently not caring about the rain herself or that Ceal was wet. Of course, she would be lying if she said it wasn't embarrassing. Even that emotion, however, was a bit on the deadened side, a distant feeling from a fragment of herself. Idly, she wondered if Ci could see the full picture going on within her, at just how gone she was.

The closeness... of the two of them. It was nice. She had shied away from most skin ship –even among her close group friends– and favored to keep to herself. It was hard to feel right, to feel the happiness or sadness she was supposed to be feeling. Moods came and went at the drop of the hat. Her mind played like a slot machine on berserk. The weight of thinking, the heaviest thoughts of her mind weighing her down, forcing her into extreme emotional exhaustion. It made her despondent and lethargic, it also made her sporadic, unpredictable, jittery and moody. It could come off as perhaps a bit selfish, but it was how she coped.

Still, the girl curled into the arms of the person who decided to carry her, she didn't feel she needed ti , but she dared not complain about it. After all, this was something done out of the goodness of Ci's heart or – At the very least – due to the obligation of teacher/student. Maybe Mirja had asked her a final favor, should she ever perish. Was that it then? Was this a final favor, the will of the wolf long gone.

She looked inward, focusing on the flickering energies of Qi. She had been trying to nail down the techniques, but they were flawed, incomplete. Still, it would be at least vaguely clear how her Dantian would manifest, and by extension, the type of dantian it was.

If one focused hard enough, they could feel the faint comforting of a spring breeze, lighting wafting at one's cheeks, at their chest, their heart. As if teaming with the stream of life itself, it was vaguely invigorating, warm to the touch, yet cool. It was, to say the least, a pleasant aura. It was worlds apart from the sinister and malicious aura from the Seal of Eris, a far cry to that soothing and gentle presence, the since dormant Seal was oppressing, yet sinfully alluring, drawing in weaker willed minds with it's tempting cadence. It was a good thing it has not been active lately, especially with Ceal's lack of control and her tendency for packed city streets.

A girl of two Extremes, never quite in between the equilibrium of her contradicting powers. A girl of both light and darkness. Would she master both? Or fall to one?