"Don't be afraid, I'm here,"
Zimo cradled her shoulder with one arm, pulling her close, and lightly patted her shoulder a few times.
With his other hand, he tore off a long strip of cloth from his body and pulled her left hand over, preparing to bind their hands together.
"What are you doing?"
Lin Caisang felt something being wrapped around her wrist and quickly asked.
"It's too dark; if we bind our hands together, we won't get lost," Zimo explained.
Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang paused for a moment, then without thinking, stretched out her right hand, "Bind my right hand instead."
If he bound her left hand, he would surely need to use his right hand, and as he used his right hand to wield a sword, if it were restrained, they wouldn't even have the chance to react to danger.
As for her, she used a whip, and she wasn't adept with either hand, so it made no difference which one was used.
In her own words, she was just there to make up the numbers.