[The townsfolk's (and even some of the fellow new arrivals') reactions to Lairen, the antlered winged horse thing Su Fei is frequently found on the back of (she calls it a qilin, and patiently walks people through the pronunciation), vary wildly, and not always in her favor. As a rule, Su Fei hates to make herself small, but today, Lairen waits in the stables while Su Fei runs errands in the town. She's perfectly efficient on her forearm crutches, though when Alfyn approaches, Su Fei has to adjust the bag on her shoulder before she can shift her balance to better support the space her right leg ought to be and actually reach out to take the jar.]

No kiddin'? [She looks it over, lifting it overhead to catch the light as she turns the jar before settling her crutch back against the ground.] You've always got some trick up your sleeve, huh, Alfyn?

[She's smiling still, but her expression still scrunches with thought. Built strong and tough, and always taking advantage of it as the group puts the effort in to making the farm a little more habitable, Su Fei makes an obvious candidate for something like this, but...]

You already get more of this to the others?