Taking the back of his hand, she placed the tools in his palm. With that, and one last look at that which he left behind, she turned away from him.
"A good question." And one she suspected none had the answer to but him. She gave a small, perhaps phoned in bow, and moved to exit the room.
@xuechengmei.bsky.socialHe presses back against her hands—he’s not taking the tools, no thank you, not today.
“And what do you think my role is, Qíngqíng?”