I am *so* sorry for the wait on this :<

The soft warm breath that tickles the whispy fur along her ears is a little tease, a hint of the warmth from another. Any other. She had been lost for so long it felt, and everything that she knew seemed almost to be far enough away that when she heard the Empress, her sleepy eyes only blinked slowly open and she whined. The first thought that Jinjing had about Yue was that she was beautiful. The second, was that perhaps she would offer the puffball some help. The dialect was different; the lilt of long-standing lines was vastly more polished than the village's dialect where she had been born. It sounded like a song to her unfamiliar ears.

Oh!! The quivering note to her own voice was not as enthusiastic. Her little soggy tail slowly unfurled, wet from the pool she'd suddenly found herself in. I cold! It was whimpered in Mandarin as well. Her eyes shifted briefly to the guardian, but her focus was primarily on the Empress herself. She could not give anything else yet, her energy as dampened as her body. Her eyes closed again before she let her head rest on her paws. She had fallen asleep to the soft little whispers of her mother, stories of the moon, the sea, the land - and her eyes opened and focused on the beautiful woman again. Chang'e? Surely this was the moon before her, come down from the skies to find her in her time of need.