When the rubble cleared, Jiang’s serene form was revealed under a layer of crumbling dust. He lay perfectly still against the rock, the sides of his mouth curved faintly upward as if he found something deeply amusing. He might have been sleeping. He opened his eyes, looked them up and down, and blinked. “You might have knocked first.” Rin stepped toward him. “Master?” Jiang tilted his head sideways. “Have you gotten taller?”
