Wufei nodded once, shaken back to reality by Isamu's words. Indeed, he needed to pay homage to these gods as much as he could with all that they did for him. Looking into Isamu's eyes though, he felt no desire to move, no need to write prayers or blink, or anything really. The wind moved so gently around them that he though it created a cocoon. Just as quick as the cocoon formed though, a sharp burst of wind sent a branch harshly against his hand. He recoiled, feeling the bite just as voices sounded from the near distance. Wufei's expression closed off in an instant as he turned, realizing people walked toward them. He reached for Isamu's hand, squeezing it hard with urgency. "We should leave now."