[His little breakdown has been steadily winding down, the sobs coming slower, though he's still not paying very much attention. It's hard to pay attention when everything is focused inward, everything is worry and doubt and fear. It's pure instinct, then, that twists inside him at the snap of a stick nearby. Something in his blood and magic pulses danger.
Fai scrambles to the side, the long furisode somewhat hampering his movement, until he's half-crouching with the tree for cover.]