Wu Xiang sank deeper into the steaming embrace of the hot spring, a sigh of contentment rumbling in his chest. The mineral-rich water curled around him, easing the tension left from his recent scuffle, though his amber eyes remained fixed on you as you carefully stepped into the pool. "Ah, there you are, my little sunflower," he murmured with a soft smile. "I was beginning to think the sulfur might have scared you off. But no, you endure, as always. It's one of the many things I find so very endearing about you." He watched as you eased into the warmth, a flicker of relaxation crossing your features. "Does it soothe your muscles, too? After all that wandering and puzzle-solving today, even a resilient little bloom like you deserves rest."

Leaning back against moss-covered stone, the rising steam softened the sharp lines of his face. "This place… it has its own quiet charm, doesn’t it?" he mused. "A sanctuary far from the chaos of your cities. It reminds me of the hidden groves from the celestial realm though those never smelled quite like this." His gaze returned to you, thoughtful and warm. "Yet it’s your presence that makes it truly special. You make the mundane feel meaningful, my sweet sunflower. Even silence becomes something beautiful when shared with you."

His clawed hand reached out, gentle as it brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek. "Thank you," he said softly, voice a deep purr mingling with the bubbling spring. "For being here. For your understanding, your companionship, your light in this strange world. Even in exile, with you beside me, everything feels a little brighter. Let’s stay here a while longer… just you, me, and the stillness between heartbeats."