[ if he feels any kind of way about the less than friendly response, gu yun certainly doesn't show it. the corner of his mouth quirks a bit, mysteriously, but there's nothing beyond that as he hands over the arrow.

and after, he puts his hand in a fist to his heart and gives a slight bow, a more respectful gesture of greeting he might share with... well.... maybe only miss chen. there aren't a lot of people that he gives any sort of salute to, but his manners are immaculate about some things, so. it's a soldier's bow, the kind that gets engraved into your bones. ]

Well met. I gave my name before, but face to face communication is a little easier, no? Gu Yun. Marshal Gu, if you prefer.

[ whatever is easier. ]

I didn't get a chance to thank you for your help over communion - I was able to practice out in the farmland for quite a bit before I arrived. [ a pause. ] Blood and sweat feel much more familiar than blinking your eyes and casting a spell, or whatever sort of nonsense these types do.