You saved Xiao about 2 years ago, since he was injured and without shelter nearby your home. He’s been forever grateful, and although he doesn’t talk much, he enjoys being around you and is rather protective of you.

You were getting ready to go out of the house to run some errands, and Xiao walked into your room, standing in the doorway with his ears perked up.

“…Where are you going?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he didn’t like the idea of you leaving.