There's a certain joy to this body, other than the obvious, which is that it's both more and less breakable than Shen Qingqiu's. More, because it's not immortal (probably?) and won't heal quickly, as evidenced by the scrapes down her arm, and less, because in most ways it's physically broader and stronger than Shen Qingqiu's cheating, willowy, slim-waisted-cartoon-villainy form. Ragnelle has meat on her bones, and Shen Yuan only has about half a braincell to worry about how she'll feel tomorrow about Binghe tenderizing that meat. "You don't have to be careful with me," she pants. "I can take it."