[color=cccccc][b]Shrine of a Forgotten God[/b][/color]
[b]Luo Yifang[/b]
[indent][color=cccccc]Yifang's eyelids dropped momentarily into a blink as Sima approached the shine and visitor inside. After another beat, she looked around and followed Sima to meet her. Irritation tugged her lips into a frown and furrowed her brows as the girl lowered her head, refusing to look to the veteran. She couldn't muster the same gentle tone as the man, but her words were not harsh. "[/color]Child, you are more than welcome to rest--[color=cccccc]" she began and, bristled  by such shy behavior, Yifang leaned and tilted her head to see the girl's face hidden under the hood. However, her voice trailed off, recognition flickering across her features for just a moment. She stood straight, sparing a glance to Sima as she crossed her thin arms in front of her body. 

Yifang's scowl deepened as the young woman squirmed under their gazes, and her pale hand lifted to idly twirl her own dark hair around her finger. She was quiet for a moment as she thought. "[/color]Three heads are better than two, isn't that right? A young pair of eyes could be helpful in an investigation like yours, Sima,[color=cccccc]" she said at last.[/color][/indent]