"...This mortal concept of commemorating the day of your birth really is redundant."

Xiao scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking away from you. He glance at you, noticing that you seemed a little sad after that, and sighed

"Wait. Have this." He says, opening his hand "...It's a butterfly I made from leaves.." He watches silently as he sees you look at it with awe "..Okay, take it. It's an adepti ambulet -- it slays off evil."