Oh no, oh no. She watches the blindfold darken, and freezes for a moment in remembered fear. He does remember. He might---- but then she's being tugged back against him, and she exhales, a shaky, quiet noise. Relaxes, when she can't see the wound, or the blood.

"... The same goes for you," she insists, stubborn even as she melts into the hug. Her voice is muffled into his shoulder, so she raises it. "You can do whatever you want here, daozhang. We have missions, to save people like you used to, or you can just relax, and enjoy yourself, and no one can speak against it! I won't let them! But... I know I'm too old to sound so childish, but I want to live with you! That would make me happy, okay? I hated being alone after-- after you--"