Many things in this life are needlessly overcomplicated, or so I've come to find. Where there is a simple solution to aid someone in need, it would be foolish not to take it.

[ —rings Sion's seamless reply, his voice and footsteps both trailing after the other man. Truly, they are opposites in every measure: where Sanzo is cantankerous (and perhaps so by choice), Sion is as effervescent as a playful breeze upon a bright, clear day. If anything at all is apparent in these moments where Sanzo strides ahead and Sion follows behind, content to move forward at his own pace, it is that the younger man is wholly and utterly u n f l a p p a b l e.

Why, could anything dampen his spirts, or cause the smile to fade from his face? ]

Will you continue to forage for Rhocea, then?