"Woof."
Ya Ya shook her ears, made a face at Motan, and then trotted away again. If you ignore the Titan Destroyer, which she carried on her shoulder—about two meters long and full of rusty blood-stained drills and gears—the scene is undeniably adorable.
...
A brief silence followed again.
"I apologize on behalf of Ya Ya, my lady. She may have been a bit heavy-handed."
Motan bent down and pulled 'himself' up from the ground, then, noticing that the other's right arm had somehow returned to normal, said admiringly, "It seems you have quite a knack for wellness."
In the next second, with a series of cracking sounds, Jiawen's internal organs and bones, almost all dislocated by the Titan Destroyer, returned to their proper places. She nodded politely to the half-dragon person who helped her up and asked curiously, "I wonder, apart from making you help me up and change your tone to respectful, does the title 'lady' offer any other benefits, Mr. Gentleman?"
