[his lip curls in a snarl to match dan feng's smile, but he doesn't make a sound, more focused on watching him leave, then fixing his attention on jing yuan.

he's shaking, in that way that he couldn't force himself not to even if he was really aware of it, from the pain of his larger wound and the adrenaline and the bone deep agony in his horn. his breaths are forcibly even, but too deep and slightly too fast, dan heng trying so very hard to keep it together.]

...If you don't mind.