Weisheng interlocked his hands nervously upon witnessing Xiaoling's shocked reaction. Any moment now, she could throw a tantrum. To his surprise, she sat quietly as she pondered about something.
Before she could speak, Weisheng took matters into his own hands, "I know you're worried about her-"
"I'm not," Xiaoling murmured, "She will be fine. I'm just…" She tilted her head, "I'm just confused why she wants to help you. I feel a little jealous. I should be the one doing that."
Weisheng blinked in confusion. Did she really just say that? He exhaled in disbelief. He thought she would be mad at the Arbiter for suggesting a trip to the Underworld to her Godmother, but she was jealous that she wasn't the one going. How peculiar.
Weisheng clicked his tongue in amusement, "You really think I would let you go to the Underworld?"
Xiaoling pouted, "And since when did I need your permission?" She asked confidently.
