[ Xichen takes the time to order a cold meal of ham, cheese and bread (with water) from the concerned girls outside, setting it on the coffee table before making a little nest of pillows on the chaise longue. The flying boot catches his eye and he bestows a soft, fond smile on Wen Kexing who emerges looking like he truly fought his way into those robes. ]

Miles better. You could be one of my sect.

[ Xichen's deft fingers gently pluck those robes into a more comfortable position on his friend's shoulders, then a hand in the small of Wen Kexing's back nudges him toward the little area Xichen has made for him to crash in. ]

I'll sit with you awhile, like I promised. If you want to eat then it would do you good to have something inside your stomach to soak up the wine. Or we can just talk.